He was once the king of the road, gracing every stage on the planet.
Now, the great showman Gooseman was a recluse.
Living off of his real estate investments.
He never left the house and never went out.
The hired help cleaned and cooked, but they never saw him.
Except for the dirty clothes in the hamper, the dirty dishes.
A stubbed out cigar in an ashtray.
And, of course, the checks every week.
This went on for years.
Even after going through every room, not a sign of Gooseman.
“What do we care?” said a maid. “He pays well.”