Who They Gonna Call? Grave Busters?

Seems the beloved German poet Friedrich Schiller, dead for more than 200 years, has been sent reminder-after-reminder that the immortal one really should come clean and pay his TV and radio licence fees. Go figure, erm, dead for a couple centuries (TV didn't come to Canada till 1952, e.g.) times bureau-idiotocracy equals the amount squared he owed to joy . . . (S'Okay, I won't stoop this way everyday; but, c'mon, who could resist?)