I actually did a double take while looking at this elaborate bedroom gallery wall:
Yes, it IS Inigo! Smack in the middle in a fancy gilt frame.
Seeing Inigo’s portrait reminds me of how my sister and I went to see The Princess Bride (without knowing what it was about), came out and went straight back in again to see it for the second time in a row. It turned out to have been the last weekend it was showing locally in the theaters, too. It was the first and only time I’ve done that, and I’ve never regretted it. 🙂
“Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Note: I wasn’t paid or perked to mention this; just passing along a good thing.