A friend of mine recently bought 2 tickets on StubHub for $600 to see Paul McCartney, which, it turned out, were “double-sold.” That is, when he went to the gate, other people had already entered on the same barcodes.
This reminds me that I just gave away a couple of Red Sox tickets to a charity, and I can imagine a scenario in which I’m run over by a bus and my wife and kids, in their grieving, dig deep into my most personal digital belongings, and come across these tickets as PDFs on a hard drive (along with an extensive collection of secret fan mail). And they decide to go to the game as a remembrance of times past, before dear old dad was flattened by a bus. They’d enter the game before whoever overbid for my pair of tickets gets to the gate, talking to each other at length about my surprising populist appeal. But by the end of the day, the charity of my choice has alerted the public to my alleged "double-donation" of Red Sox tickets. It's all over the papers, of course. “What is he, trying to cheat on his taxes?” the average Joe on the street wonders.
And although I’m not at fault, I’m dead and gone and therefore unable to make my innocence known to the community, except via séance, which, unfortunately, I can only attend if someone invites me to.
And my name lives forever in infamy!