Kin of Harry Houdini, who died at age 52 on Halloween in 1926, will exhume his body to see if the late escape artist might have been murdered.
A great-nephew thinks Houdini might have been poisoned by members of a group of fortune-tellers whom Houdini regularly exposed as frauds. The prevailing theory has been that he died from a ruptured appendix after being slugged in the gut unexpectedly before a show.
No autopsy was ever performed on Houdini, so it isn't known if peritonitis killed him. But neither is there evidence that he was purposely killed. Ah, but in this Media Age -- which Houdini likely would have reveled in -- who cares if there's a little ghoulish speculation? And we all love a murder mystery, don't we?
After witnessing the exhumation and autopsy of the Big Bopper last week, and seeing the (briefly) renewed interest in his life and music, I must admit that I think digging up Houdini isn't the worst thing the great showman could endure. Being forgotten is.
And besides, Houdini can now claim he escaped the biggest trap of all: The grave.