A posed hypothetical:
Let someone somehow destroy every single copy of every single piece of work of Shakespeare’s- burn every script, hack any database, rip the pages out of every schoolchild’s textbook, take a scissors and magic marker to any work containing any allusion- that is, let Shakespeare not be killed, but rather hang by the threads of memories of actors and of him.

“If I die, the idea of a triangle would disappear with me.”

What becomes of Shakespeare?

“...tam in potestate esset oblivisci quam tacere.”

What becomes of the vandal?

“Does anyone know what Pliny the Elder was known for?”
Dying.