Answer:
Craig died in Florida. Shortly after, Tracy died at sea. Nobody mourned, In fact, everyone was absolutely delighted. Why?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.