The following is a true story. Any vagueness in the details is deliberate, in the interest of medical privacy:
A nurse practitioner in a big-city hospital had as a patient a woman who had birthed nine children by three husbands. Her first husband, a soldier named Bill, was killed in the Second World War. After the war, his best buddy from the army, also named Bill, paid her a visit. They fell in love and married.
This second Bill then died in a motorcycle accident. A friend who had been riding with him—a friend named Bill—sought her out after the accident and consoled her. Yeah. They fell in love and married. Her third husband named Bill.
All of her sons had, as their middle names, Bill.
Which I think you will agree was an improbable but satisfying symmetry.