A reader emailed the other day to inform me that I am dead.

Well, at least I am on Google.

When she Googled me, she saw that I was the first Bob Dyer listed and also the featured bio on the right-hand side of the results page.

In large type, it said “Bob Dyer.” Just below that, in smaller type, it said “Columnist.”

And below that was the beginning of my bio:

“Since joining the Akron Beacon Journal in 1984, Bob Dyer has earned 51 regional and national writing awards. ...”

I wasn’t particularly bothered that the information was out of date (the total is now 76 — but who’s counting). More worrisome were the lines at the bottom:

Born: May 22, 1939

Died: April 11, 2007

That would make me 78 years old. More to the point, that would make me a decadelong member of the Walking Dead.

Now, I have my aches and pains from time to time, but overall I feel quite a bit better than dead.

Almost as discouraging were the photos below the bio. Google displayed the covers of three of “my” books. Two of them I actually wrote: Cleveland Sports Legends and the paperback version, issued four years later, The Top 20 Moments in Cleveland Sports.

The third book was called Jesse James and the Civil War in Missouri.

I have no particular interest in Missouri, having been there only thrice in my former life, and I have no recollection of writing a single word about Jesse James. And I haven’t received even one royalty check.

Not pictured were my New York Times best-seller, Omar, and the collection of my columns, Blimp Pilot Terrorizes Akron.

I was crushed. If you can’t trust Google, who can you trust?

I briefly considered trying to contact somebody at the conglomerate, but every time I have tried to ask the media relations department about anything, I have been greeted by crickets.

Fortunately, in the case of a featured person, Google includes a tiny link at the bottom of the bio labeled “Feedback” that can be used to suggest changes. I clicked away, pointing out, among other things, that rumors of my demise had been greatly exaggerated.

Crickets.

But within a couple of weeks, Googling “Bob Dyer” produced a different result.

Your Favorite Columnist is still at the top of the results list. But now, to the right of the listings, we learn that “Bob Dyer” is an “American entertainer.”

He is described as a “vaudeville entertainer and singer, radio and television personality, and radio and television quiz show host who made his name in Australia.”

He died even sooner than I did — on Jan. 9, 1948.

Something tells me I’m getting a few more daily internet clicks than an Australian game show host who died 70 years ago. But Google being Google, no explanation is likely to be forthcoming.

The good news: I have a screenshot of my deadness, which I plan to frame.

If I live long enough.

Bob Dyer can be reached at 330-996-3580 or bdyer@thebeaconjournal.com. He also is on Facebook at www.facebook.com/bob.dyer.31