A New York family bought a ranch out west where they intended to raise cattle.
Friends came to visit and asked if the ranch had a name.
“Well,” said the would-be-cattleman. “I wanted to call it the Bar-J, my wife favoured the Suzy-Q, one son liked the Flying-W, and the other son wanted the Lazy-Y.
So, we’re calling it the Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-W-Lazy_Y.”
“But, where are all your cattle?”
“None have survived the branding.”