"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet."

I like to believe there's a Normal Rockwell-esque parallel universe, where our names are the literal definitions of our identity. Our fathers are all named "Earnest", serious, showing conviction and full of zeal. Our mothers are named "Daisy", like the delicate flower, fragile in a strong breeze, but always standing tall. Our brothers, "Buddy", are honest and loyal to a fault. Our sisters are named "Charity", selfless, giving and kind. Then there's our best friends, "Richard", which is also accurate. This is the only world where the name "Pilot Inspektor" has any real value.