Does ANYONE believe that a small plane can crash and then TOTALLY cremate the body of the pilot?
Fossett went to New Zealand a couple of years ago to attempt the world record for gliding length and duration. He rented a suitable pad, near Omarama and really liked everything about the place. While he was there a bunch of religious cranks, (Sallies) published a list of "missing" people. SF thought... these people are not missing, they have done a runner, and won't come back... Maybe they won't mind if someone else adopts their name and details.
Not every day is suitable for gliding. He goes to Timaru, the nearest "city". At the library there are microfiche records of Births, Deaths and Marriages. In the 40's, the population of the whole country was only 2 million, the entire birth records fit on a handful of microfiche slides. He starts at the year of his birth and looks for any of the male names on the list. Then tries adjacent years, and spreads out. Soon he finds "Michael C". The record only shows a folio index number, but that can be used to find the city of birth and the approximate date of birth registration.
So he waits until the next bad-weather day, then goes to that city, but the newspapers don't allow access to their records "Try the library" they say. So he does, gets the month and year of the daily and looks for the birth announcements, conveniently on the front page in those days. It doesn't take long.
"To Bill and Jane, a son, both well". Now he knows the parents names, and the exact date of birth. Until very recently, getting a birth certificate for any NZer was easy, just fill in the form, pay the fee and they post it out two weeks later. With the BC anything is now possible.
A bank account. But they demand photo ID, in a forlorn attempt to prevent laundering. The NZ driving licence has a photo, but can a 62-year-old get a new licence? "You can transfer your US licence quite easily you know".
"I've been in the States for a long time, I think I should start afresh, and learn all your road rules, just-in-case."
"OK, $60 please".
the provisional licence involves restrictions that are irksome, but he doesn't have to even drive something, just answer 25 questions from a multiple choice sheet. Then sit the eye test, then stand in front of the digital camera. Hair-piece on, tinted contacts on, jaw dropped but mouth still shut - try it, it makes a big difference. Click. They post it out two weeks later.
There is no Social Security Number to fret about, but the Tax people do issue a number. Easy, fill out the form, send in a photocopy of the BC. Easy.
Now he opens the bank account, not with one of the big banks that are all owned by Australia. Kiwibank is better.

. Now Michael C can be put on the payroll of any or all of various shell companies, and the balance built up.

Now comes the tricky bit. They load a bit of luggage in, then leave. Departures are not searched. He is tucked up in a big suitcase. They fly down the west coast of the South Island, cross the Alps early in the morning. He parachutes down, his pilot carries on to Christchurch International Airport, clears customs of course and immigration. Live goes on.
He keeps gliding, doesn't break any records, but has a good time anyway.
Then SF goes home.
Some loose ends to sort out, then talk of a motor-cycle challenge. A flimsy subterfuge that everyone accepts. Goes flying, "Looking for a good place to go fast on." Yeah, Right. But what is wrong with Bonneville? More likely looking for a place to park the SUV and parachute to it. He finds a good place. Make sure there is plenty of volatile material in the cockpit,  and puts some ID with a bit of lead and DNS  and tapes it to the outside of the fuselage.

On Septmeber 3, he takes a flat-deck with a motorbike, out into the desert. Parks it there, rides to the ranch. Takes off, sets the AP, jumps, drives off. It is easy to get out of the US. The Pacific Crest Trail ends far from any official border crossing point. Now he is Michael C again, and simply flies back to NZ.
Alternative explanations usually fail because they require hundreds of others to be in on the story. Not this time. Only his pilot. He is put on the payroll with a life-time retainer. And he gets to keep the Lear, or whatever SF owns. Cape May is a beautiful spot.

OK, so there is some conjecture above. If you accept that it just might be possible, then here are other "conjectures".

_ how is that for alludity?

 

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