I mean seriously: can you *imagine* what these family reunions were like?
"Clara! You remember your uncle Bernard, don't you?"
"Really? I thought you were dead. I mean, I know that's not polite, but I swear I heard you died at sea."
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"Ah. That explains it. My apologies."
"And who is this fine young lad hiding behind your skirts?"
"Oh, that's my son Bernard. But since that's his father's name as well, we call him Bernardino until he comes of age. To avoid confusion, you understand."
Seriously. This has been my entire weekend. And that's with the aid of someone who wrote a 135-page article on one century of this family's history. Bleah.