When I was still in high school I think or college I remember my Mom and I going to the store and I picked out this book to read. Mom knew I bought this book and was going to read it too. I'm sorry I can't tell you the name of it since this is well over 20 years ago but the premise of the book was that there were these bones in a crate and it turned out that they were Jesus' bones. Kind of like the DaVinci code...lots of intrigue and mystery/secrets. I started reading the book and after awhile I went to my mom and said that this just didn't seem right to read a book like this...it's like we both had this revelation that it was wrong to read this book. She suggested that we burn the book, a paperback. I agreed without hesitation and so we threw it into the fireplace.