The “From:” field of my most recently received spam reads “Your Serenity.” The subject line was something to the effect of “Dealing with depression.” Or maybe it was “Don’t live with depression.” (Now that’s depressing, or morbid, if you think about it long enough.)
In any case, who would’ve thought that my serenity would have an e-mail address? Quite high-tech (and thoughtful), my subconscious. Serenity now!