As I peruse my e-mail, a heavy feeling starts to come over me. I can see an over-arching theme emerging from all the individual messages. E-mails for a reverse mortgage, silver singles, life insurance without a physical, an oxygen system that promises to reclaim my independence and freedom, and walk-in tubs. Oh, I see. This is going in a certain direction. No forensic analysis of my e-mail needed to uncover this mystery.