This non-blood relationship with a man we never met or, until recently, knew existed, entitles us to absolutely nothing, other than the ability to make the claim with relative certainty and amusement.
Are you kidding? That practically makes you ice cream royalty!
Well, I don’t know about royalty…maybe just a claim to peerage. Say a Duke or a Count. Okay, a Baron at best, but that’s it!
Smiling and waving as my coach passes the masses,
Count Buddy, Third Earl of the Barbecue Realm