A friend has sisters who are triplets. Two of them are identical twins and the third is a fraternal twin, and the identical twins invented a private language between themselves and did not share it with the fraternal twin.

Anyway, not long ago one of the identical twins died, and when the fraternal twin spoke at her funeral, ALL she wanted to talk about was what dicks her sisters were for leaving her out of the private language.

Oh, I just remembered this extra fun detail. The triplets' parents had 13 children. And the thing about being one of 13 kids is that the only day you really get to be the center of attention is your birthday … unless, of course, you're a triplet.