Tulips

What is that game called where you whisper something to someone, they whisper it to the next person, they whisper it to the next, and by the time it reaches the end, the last person hears something totally different?
Something like that happened with some of my cousins when word came from a cousin in Texas that my Aunt Dorothy, here in Portland, had died. Word went from one cousin to another before my sis called me while I was walking home this morning. So I called the nursing home, and was reassured that Aunt Dot is still alive. I think it started with one cousin emailing another how he learned, years ago, that an uncle had died, and that morphed into the Dorothy misunderstanding.
Crazy way to spend a perfectly ordinary walk.