There's this guy who drives a van around the Bay Area that's covered in literature about the truth behind the murder of John Lennon. He feels quite passionately that the culprit was in fact Stephen King and has written a book about the topic. Thank God he's entered the modern age and has a lovely website, for all you who want to know what really happened that day. I know it involves a grassy knoll and something about back, and to the left.