Pilate watched the crowd go thumbs down and weary, signed the order. So centurions laid Jesus flat on a long beam, arms run along the crosspiece. In each palm a long spike was centered, a stone chosen to drive it. At the end the man cried out as men cry. On the third day, the stone rolled back, to reveal no corpse.
History is rife with such hoaxes.
As to whether he multiplied loaves and fishes, that's common enough. Poke seed-corn in a hole and see if more corn doesn't grow. Two fish in a pond make more fishes. The altar of reason supports such extravagance. And the prospect of love cheers me up, as gospel.