My Daddy was part Cherokee, and had a nose like the Indian on the back of the Buffalo Nickel. When he died, in 1981, and was laid out in the coffin, my oldest brother, George, asked Ethan, in a very sincere voice, if Daddy had fallen down as he died because his nose looked like it was broken. Ethan looked at Daddy, then looked at my brother, who has EXACTLY the same nose, and just said chidingly,"GEORGE!". My sibs got a good laugh out of that one!