On one of my visits to England, I accidentally discovered not one but TWO graves of men named James Dixon.

One was in Kirkby Lonsdale, Cumbria. My wife and I stayed for a week in that town, and the shortest path from the house we stayed in to the center of town happened to pass through the cemetery, so we frequently used it. The grave in question was right next to the path. I just happened to notice it.

From Kirkby Lonsdale, we made a one-day side trip by bus into the Lake District, and one of our stops was in Grasmere, where William Wordsworth was buried, so we had a look. There, not far from Wordsworth's grave, I found the grave of another James Dixon who happened to be Wordsworth's servant! (The inscription mentioned that the stone had been donated by the Wordsworth family, so I looked him up later.) I had never heard of him before.

As far as I know, neither of these men is related to me, and I did not go there with the intention of looking for graves of people named Dixon. This was total coincidence. And in the same week!