A friend of mine named Ed was running an oWoD Mage chronicle that featured another of our friends as a foppish Hispanic PC named Juan Riviera Jose Estrada. The player controlling him would constantly annoy the rest of the party and get us into trouble with unfriendly NPCs by introducing himself to *everyone*. Every time Ed would introduce a new NPC, he would say, "Greetings, my friend! I am Juan Riviera Jose Estrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrada!" and shoot sparkles from his fingertips. Needless to say, some of us liked him, others hated him, and we were always bailing him out of deep, deep trouble.
The night that Juan finally bit it, our characters were in an Old West-themed realm where the bad guys had modern weapons and we didn't. We were all holed up in the sheriff's office, taking cover from a bad guy who had apparently just raided Rambo's arsenal and wanted very badly for all of us to go squish. When the GM told us that he pulled out a rocket launcher, we all decided to get the hell out of there--except for Juan's player. He just sat there, ignoring all our suggestions that he dodge out of the way. His character's final words:
"I can take it. I am Juan Riviera Jose Estrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrada!"
And then he got blowed up.