I was merely going to comment on this page that one of my friends used to claim with some justification that her name meant "Free Gift." (First name meaning "free," according to those "what your name means" books, etc.) She was rather a fan of Ronco-type kitsch as well, so it seemed to suit.
Well, there was this African migrant who used to haunt the streets of Xxxxx. He accosted me one day while I was looking at gargoyles and the following conversation took place. Him: Hi. Me: Hi? Him: I'd like to make friends. I'm giving you a gift. (hands me a key ring) Me: I don't like key rings. Him: But you can take it anyway, it's a gift. Me: If you say so. Thank you. Who are you? Him: Walter. I am a joyous person. God tells me to spread joy. So I give people gifts. Me: That's great. Him: Please give me two euro. Me: Why? Him: So I can keep giving gifts. It's what I do. Me: I didn't want it anyway. How about you give this keyring to someone else and I don't give you two euro? Him: Then we wouldn't be friends any more. That's not joyous.