My last name is spelled “Fales.”
Got it from my Dad.
The pronunciation sounds exactly like the word for “does not succeed.”
Do you want to know what the ray of Sunshine in that is?
When your first name is followed by my last name you can pretty much say, “Hey, I’m living up to it!” every time you screw up royally.
A Fales has failed?
Dear God (j/k).
No big deal, Sweet Cheeks.
Pick us up and dust us off; we’ll be fine.
It’s who we are, and what we do.
Been there; done that; screwed it up again?
Maybe you’re a Fales, too.
Come on in, and welcome to the family!