Okay, taking a wild swing at making up for Monday’s pun (or piling it on, depending on your point of view), I offer the following story:

A pregnant woman from Orange County is involved in an automobile accident and falls into a deep coma. She finally emerges from the coma after six months and immediately notices that she is no longer pregnant.

“Oh my God,” she screams. “Where is my baby?”

Rushing to her side, the doctor explains, “Ma’am, you had twins, a boy and a girl! Your brother flew down from Redding and named them for you.”

The woman thinks to herself, “Oh no, not my brother! He’s an idiot!” Tentatively, she asks the doctor, “Well, what’s my daughter’s name?”

“Denise,” the doctor replies.

“Well, that’s a lovely name!” she says, relieved. “And my son’s name?”

“Denephew…”