I love to sing and am fairly good, at least by (sober) karaoke standards. So I cannot help singing to people whose names are in songs I’m familiar with. If your name is Michelle, you are liable to be greeted by me with, “Michelle, my belle, some French words, some French words, some French words, my Michelle.”
If you’re Bill, you will be discomforted when you hear me rhapsodize about your need to marry me.
I’m sure I creep out a lady I know on a casual basis with, “Sadie, Sadie, such a lovely lady.”
And my buddy Quinn can blame his parents when I harmonically announce, “Hey Quinn the Eskimo’s here; everybody’s gonna’ jump for joy.”
I have a common name, Brian, so why in the hell aren’t there any “Brian” songs?! It’s not like the Brians I know are particularly boring or anything.
We do have a movie, Brian’s Song, where the main character dies in the end.
What a bummer.