I was stunned to come across the scene of a crime involving a celebrity while jogging. This is a small fishing island. We don’t usually get such big stars around here. We certainly don’t usually get them dead on the rocky shores of a hard to access beach. I’m thinking professional hit job, my fellow island ALT Will, or a rough encounter with a devious pastry-like baked femme fatale. Any other speculation? My high school kids are going to be distraught when they see this on the news (or I tell them). Then again, maybe they’ll just laugh. You never know. Grief is sometimes expressed in strange ways.