|Bro. Harry Houdini was a member of St. Cecile Lodge No. 568, NY|
"My brain is the key that sets me free."
Houdini was famous as an escape artist--it seemed there was nothing the man couldn't get out of. Handcuffs. Straight jackets. Milk cans. Vaults. Even a few of the world's most formidable prisons couldn't hold Harry Houdini. But there was one thing that even Harry Houdini couldn't escape--mortality. He died on Halloween in 1926.
At Houdini's funeral, two famous Broadway producers were amongst the pallbearers--Florenz Ziegfeld and Charles Dillingham. As they're carrying the casket of the famous showman out of the church, Dillingham leans over and whispers in Ziegfeld's ear, "Ziggie, I bet you a hundred bucks he ain't in here."