You’d think that “Shakespeare” is a relatively unique name, but trust me, if you monitor the newsfeed like I do, you’d realize just how wrong that is(*). For months I’ve been distracted by headlines like “Shakespeare is Missing” and “Foul Play Suspected in Shakespeare Disappearance”, and more recently “Digging for Shakespeare’s Body.” That last is a particularly tricky one, since there is in fact an archaeological dig going on over in Stratford as we speak. This story, though, is the unfortunate demise of lottery winner Abraham Shakespeare, who disappeared some months ago. His body was just recovered this week. Cases like these are sad, as you realize that his body was found under a concrete slab. Meaning that somebody put it there. Meaning that, no doubt, somebody killed the poor guy. I mean, it’s sad when you find remains anyway – but it’s different if somebody falls in the river, or gets lost in the woods, or other unfortunate but accidental deaths. This guy was murdered, almost certainly having to do with his money. Hope they catch whoever did it. Apparently there’s a suspect in a neighbor/”friend” who claims he gave her a million dollars. (*) I’ve learned to ignore the ironically named Shakespeare fishing rods. When I think of people who take their fishing seriously, I do not picture them bringing a copy of the complete works out on the boat with them to read while they wait.