Bobby Cheevy's. Not likely to turn up for a family reunion, having hung himself and all (so I'm told), but... apparently he looked exactly like me with more normal hair. I was mistaken for him by my mother and a chick he slept with.
Less than pleasant experiences both.
So hey. Presumably the invitation's open to Bill and Jack's occasional freeloading housemate... can I drag my kid along? She's, y'know, 19, not really so much a kid, but she's said before she'd like to meet you.