You know it's true. The cuddling by a fire. The walks in the snow holding hands. The wretched mistletoe tradition that truly only benefits the romantically endowed. It's enough to make you want to grab Jack Frost by the head and squeeze until figgy pudding comes out his ears. Or maybe that's just me. *cough*
Lucky for me (and you, dear reader), the kind folks at Biography have come to my lonesome aid. Thanks to this fabulous site, I have finally found my one....my only....my...
Dead Celebrity Soulmate.
That's right, just answer a few simple questions about yourself and your ideal corps--I mean, partner, and Biography will find you the love of your life that you missed by a century or so. It's just like the dating game, only slightly more morbid.
So can you guess my dead celebrity soulmate? Here are some clues he gave me:
The Book On My Bedside Table: "Teach Yourself Electricity and Electronics, 2nd Ed."
Fill In The Blanks: Youth and Beauty is sexy. Engineering a system by which one can deliver running water throughout an estate is sexier.
My Ideal Date Would Include: After a simple meal in my studio, you would disrobe for me and I would translate your beauty into sculpture. You would smile mysteriously at me, a sort of half smile that I'd have trouble interpreting. We would probably have to schedule several dates in a row for me to complete my tribute.
What a swooner, right? Okay, and maybe a fast mover. Any guesses as to who this bearded casanova could be? That's right! It's....

Leonardo da Vinci! No more lonely nights for me. I've got Leo. And the Priory of Sion.
Now it's your turn! Leave a note and let us know who your deceased soulmate is. As for me, I've got some digging to do.