It wasn't until their 3rd child, after birthing two sons, that Bill and Lonnie finally had a baby girl.

Bill willingly allowed Lonnie to have the right to name their little girl. Bill, of course named both the boys. Blake and Bryan.

After some long contemplating Lonnie decided to name her baby girl Love. Bill thought this seemed a bit odd of a name, but didn't want to cause a commotion over it. He loved Lonnie, his two boys and his baby girl no matter she was named.

Now Love didn't think anything of her name until she started elementary school. The higher the grade the more teasing she received. By the time she finished 8th grade, Love started to despise her own name.

Then on to 9th grade, 10th grade and 11th grade. Her anger grew with the teasing she received. Upon graduation from the 12th grade, Love had enough. She knew what she had to do.

Bill and Lonnie had planned a celebrated dinner with Love later that night. Bill was at home waiting for Lonnie to return from shopping that evening as Love walked in the door. Without saying a word Love strode past Bill and headed straight for her room. Bill was a bit surprised by this. None the less he simply brushed it off and continued to finish reading his newspaper.

No less than 2 minutes later Love walks out of her room with a gun in hand and tears in her eyes. She points it straight at Bill. Shoots him in the chest screaming how it was unfair of him giving her such a horrible name. She then turns the gun on herself and puts a bullet in her own head.

Lonnie just returning home from the store walks in seeing the blood and the bodies of her husband and daughter, falls to her knees crying. She hears mumbling coming from Bill's mouth. She crawls over as Bill tries speaking. "What is it honey. What happened here?" she asks.

Bill looks into Lonnie's eyes and whispers. "Shot though the heart, and you're to blame. You gave Love a bad name."