Once there was a guy whose parents named him Odd.
All through school, Odd was made fun of for his odd name.
Eventually, as an grown man, he found a beautiful woman to marry and raise a family with.
During a summer day in their 70s, Odd told his wife as they sat in the living room that he had never liked his odd name.
He told her that, when he died, she should just put his birthday and date of death on the grave, without his name.
Sure enough, several years later, Odd passed away.
His wife did as he had requested, and buried him, putting only his birthday and date of death on the gravestone.
But it was futile.
To this day, people still walk by the grave and say: “Isn’t that Odd?”