Sacrilege.

Side note on Titus Andronicus:

I feel for you.

For the King James, don't we have a pretty good idea who wrote it?

Gitmo.

Poor Cantor.  It's not like he could even go by the standard "every one of my peers and contemporaries thinks this is ridiculous" test because, well, Aleph Nought.

Technically, that should be Lack of Interest.

Although I can't suspend disbelief enough to imagine Ikea employees assembling anything.

That has the potential to be the best Adam Sandler flick in decades.