O PIGnomeo, PIGnomeo! Wherefore art thou PIGnomeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Pigliet.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.

How sweet does a Pignomeo smell?  Will Pignomeo refute thy name? You know how the story ends.  Keep these Nomeo's as bookends and never let them kiss unless you are sure there is no poison on their lips.  Ms. McCrandall? Is there poison?