Both of those are amazing I realised when we were burying my nan’s ashes that her name (Irene) was an anagram of what they’d called my grandad on her plaque (Ernie… he’s more normally Ernest or Ron, confusingly). Literally never thought about it until then. It was really comforting though, they were married 67 years and together for about 70 years so it was really nice to think that their names anagrammed, sort of
vaguely related: I like finding out what people’s names mean. one of my BFFs’ names translates as ‘gravel cabbage’.