I've decided to become a super-hero. Admittedly, I don't have much of a tragic origin story - most of my parents and uncles are still alive, so it's not like I'm inspired to go out and avenge their deaths.
In fact, my only dead uncle wasn't even my favourite uncle, and he died from dysentery in a Harvester car park. I don't know about you, but fighting dysentery isn't what I tend to think of when I picture super-heroes.
Still, I've worked hard to imagine what it would be like for all my remaining uncles to be murdered by a bad thief - and it seems to have done the trick: I'm now well up for going out there and fighting crime. My super-hero name? Uncle-Helper. By way of avenging the imaginary deaths of my imaginary uncles, I'm mostly going to hang out in the local uncle community, watching over all the local uncles, and keeping them all safe.