I plunged into the pool of whatever, seeking an answer.

Sir Paul McCartney, in an interview in an old issue of Readers Digest, when asked about his song 'When I'm Sixty-Four' and the reality of his age, he answered that he is actually two years younger than what his Birth Certificate suggested - and so he isn't 67 at all, he is 65.

After reading a the four page interview about one of the members of my decidedly favourite band of at that moment, I turned on my computer and logged onto Wikipedia for more information about his personal life and acheivements, since I had nothing better to do in the holidays.

It was not until I reached the end of the page did I fall into a sudden rush of interest: The Great Cover Up. The Rumour that the real Paul McCartney died, and was replaced by a look alike, who happens to have some talent in music. I could not abstain myself, so pulled the white flag instead. With a priviledge of having the ultimate access to the internet, I dived into the resent world of theories, clues and biased suggestions of the Death Hoax.

So interested, I looked over websites, finding evidences in picture albums, watched youtube videos, zoomed in pictures and many presents a load of rubbish but surprisingly not all.