As many of you may know, today is the birthday of Edgar Allen Poe - the greatest writer of the 19th century.  For the last 58 years, a man has put a rose and a bottle of cognac on his grave on his birthday.  Everyone has respected this man's privacy and no one has tried to find out who he is.

But this year, the news has adopted a name for the man.  The Poe Toaster!  Sounds like a breakfast food. "Mom, can I have another Poe Toaster?"

WTF?  Why cant they just acknowledge this man instead of making him into a breakfast cereal?

Oh, and in case you are wondering, the Poe museum is here in his city of Birth, not Baltimore, the city of his death.

Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.