Originally Posted by Rochard

What happened if your entire life you thought you were one nationality and you seemed comfortable with that knowledge. Then one day - while burrying your grandmother - you discover - GASP! - that your not what you thought you were, but instead your IRISH?

Does this mean I have to drink in pubs and get into fist fights and then get thrown out?

Seriously. My father died when I was nine months old, and I was basically raised thinking I was Polish (keep your light bulb jokes to yourself please!). During my grandmother's funeral I spoke to the "family historian" (freakish woman!) and she told me I was Irish.

Does explain a lot. At the very least it explains why I like to call people "Lad".

Has this ever happened to anyone else?