breathes a life of gathering gloom;/
sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,/
sealed in the stone-cold tomb
it's literally on a narrative level flashing forward to the death of a person while celebrating their birth and foregrounding them as a baby
it's just obviously morbid!
Ghost: wait ... did you say Hamlet?
Hamlet: yes?
Ghost: not Scrooge?
Hamlet: ... no?
Ghost (scrolling increasingly desperately through Google calendar) oh shiii..
Ghost: wait ... did you say Hamlet?
Hamlet: yes?
Ghost: not Scrooge?
Hamlet: ... no?
Ghost (scrolling increasingly desperately through Google calendar) oh shiii..