Camille Benrey buried her beloved husband the day after Christmas. She stood beside his grave as dirt was tossed over his casket. She went home to an empty house. She received tons of sympathy cards. She collected the insurance money. Newspapers far and wide had explicitly detailed the popular entertainer’s tragic death while riding his Harley, December twenty-third, along Deal’s Gap. Ian Benrey was dead. People said the Tail of the Dragon stole his life. But did it? Even if Camille could explain, what purpose would it serve? Who would believe such an absurdity?