a narrow escape

I was chatting to a friend recently when he confessed to a very close call.
Trawling about on the innanet he decided to check out the progress of a movie in development. He looked up the name of the main actor. To find out he was dead.
Some strange tangent compelled him to then look up a favourite author/historian to see if there was anything new forthcoming. To find out he also was dead.
Such an uncanny coincidence was worthy of a phone call to share the news. He decided to call me. Then couldn’t find the number. So looked me up in the White Pages. On the innanet.
Dum. Dum. Dummmmm.
Fortunately (for me) the phone’s not in my name.