Houdini died on this day today (Halloween, Oct. 31) back in 1926, in Detroit, and this afternoon (Halloween day, 2018) I paid a visit to his gravesite in Queens, New York.
Houdini rests amongst his relatives in an elaborate family plot at Machpelah Cemetery in Glendale. From Manhattan, it was an hour-long trip on the subway and then a 20-minute hike.
As a tribute to Houdini, I left a pair of police-issue Smith and Wesson Model 100-1 handcuffs that I had specially engraved with his name. I made sure to double-lock the cuffs before leaving them.
That is a fantastic tribute! And the quality cuffs are befitting of both Houdini and of you!
What a phantastic gesture, Metal!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I am a liftetime admirer of Houdini, and I borrowed his name not because I would want to try to live up to his standards – when someone lets the cuffs klick on me or ties me up professionally, I know that I have no chance to escape! But because he definitely deserves that his name remains remembered by followers, admirers and enthousiasts around the world for decades to come. I pay tribute to this great escape artist but now also to you for this generous – and the same time humble – gesture!
If you’re wondering where his wife is, her Catholic family refused to permit her to be interred in a Jewish cemetery.
What a fitting tribute!