For being a true redneck lakerat, mine’s pretty spiffy: Lady Hazel Winston of Hiram Clark.
I honestly don’t deserve my heritage.
I picked up a book on Dianne from a marked down book bin. (Never was much a fan after the divorce, but it was cheap) Started reading it on rainy Saturday afternoon. Finished it late that night laying it on the floor next to my chair. I woke in the morning and switched on the TV. Dianna had died as I read.