Stage 1, Denial: "I can't really have an umlaut in my name, can I?"
Stage 2, Anger: "How dare my parents do this to me!?!"
Stage 3, Bargaining: "Maybe I can reduce it to one dot."
Stage 4, Depression: "My name will always be wrong on Scantron
sheets. Damn it."
Stage 5, Acceptance: "Fine, I'll bear my umlaut. I know other people
have umlauts. And hey, I bet other people have this grief thing too.
Maybe I should write about it."