Folklore has it that while glad-handing a crowd, Teddy Kennedy would say to a pretty young girl, “Saaaay... you look familiar! Do you have a little Kennedy in you?”
When the surprised woman would stammer “why, no...” Teddy would grin, lean over and whisper in her ear: “Would you like some?”
My father in law hated Teddie that he held on, lingering on his death bed, until he heard the news that the evil bastard had passed away. Then he let go, and died that night in his sleep.