I believe my child is invincible. There is someone up there watching over him.
Even now, years later, I still lose sleep over the greatest magic trick I’ve ever seen. Of the nearly 500 acts I’ve watched and dispelled in Hocus Pocus Focus, a twelve-part (and counting) anthology of how magicians have continued to fool us, it is the only one to elude me, the only truth that must somehow be a lie.
The sad truth about cemetery work is also its saving grace – there will always be more bodies.
It takes a certain kind of person to be a salesman.