" The fact that I’d become so wealthy so soon before my demise, and the unexplained disappearance of my money, only added gasoline to the firestorm of speculation. To this day, there remains no true account of my sad passing. For most of my life I had been a no-one, a lonely young woman who had never known happiness, and only dreamed of love. In death I became prettier, more important, because the public learned that in the days leading up to my death, I had found both happiness and love. I had just begun to live when my life ended, making what happened all the more tragic "

― Bobby Underwood , I Died Twice