My great, great, great, great uncle, Jeremiah Odd owned a genuine Stradivarius and a genuine Rembrandt. The problem was that Stradivarius was a lousy painter and Rembrandt made crap violins.
Jeremiah was often teased about his surname but would not change it as it had been given to an ancestor who was court jester to King Edward II and he was proud of that fact. He asked that his grave be marked with a plain, unlettered granite stone so that people would no longer mock his name. It never worked - the last time that I went to visit the grave, two old ladies were standing there.
First old lady "Ethel, look at this grave stone. There's no name on it."
Ethel "OHH, that's odd!"