OK, so don’t ask how I got there, but I wound up on the Wikipedia page of Charles Osborne, an Iowa man famous for a bout of hiccups lasted 68 years.

But here’s the thing: According to the Wikipedia, Osborne’s hiccups ended in 1990, but he died in 1991. What gives?

Also, I imagine Osborne’s life would have been a whole lot less complicated if someone told him about the so-called Morrison Method, as practiced by my high-school band director and named for some kid named Morrison that must have gone to my high school years before me. Turns out drinking a glass of water while someone plugs your ears cures the hiccups every time. Only problem is it’s so silly that you often giggle enough to get the hiccups again.

Maybe Osborne came to enjoy having the hiccups. They were his claim to fame, after all. And maybe he woke up one day in 1990 without the hiccups like, “oh, man, no more talk-show spots for me!”

But probably his relationship with the hiccups was a bit more complicated than that.