Here's a yarn, that's purportedly true:
My last name is "First". According to my aunt, this name name had two possible origins: one tale is that back in the Zold Country (Cheklosovakia), every Spring the young lads of the village would swim out to an island to pick flowers to bestow upon the girl of their fancy. Apparently, my forefather of reknown was always "first", and thus the name. The alternate origin of the family name was that upon pulling into Ellis Island, my forefather eschewed the usual dog and pony immigrant show and leaped overboard and swam in to shore, thereby being "first" ashore.
I have no idea of the reality of these tales, but there you have it. Believe it or not!
One, two! One, two! and through and through...The Vorpal blade went snicker-snack!