By far the best brush with fame story in the family belonged to my mom.
About 20 years ago I received a call from mom just after she'd flown home from NYC. She described being seated next to a gentleman whom she was certain must be famous but who she could not identify at all. Throughout the entire flight she estimated that most of the passengers and nearly the entire flight crew stopped to speak with him, ask for autographs & take photos. She found it frustrating that no matter how many conversations she listened to no one dropped any clues that identified the reason for the man's fame. Worse she thought she probably spoke with him herself for at least an hour and he also dropped clues at all.
When the flight landed mom waited for her fellow passengers to exit then stopped to speak with the flight attendant manning the spot at the front. The young lady was very surprised that mom had no idea as to the identity or profession of the man seated next to her. She did tell mom his name, which meant nothing to mom, but declined to tell her why he was famous. "It was the strangest thing. Instead of telling me she asked if I had a son and if he was older than 15 or so. I don't understand why she would think my son would know who that was if I don't. So what, precisely, is it that Ron Jeremy does?" I told mom what, precisely, it was that Ron Jeremy did. Silence. Long drawn-out silence. Mom may not have been exactly the life of the party but she was a very quick wit and never at a loss for words but I swear it took an eternity for her to say anything. Finally, totally deadpan and very serious, she said, "That's a shame. He's very personable and seemed like an intelligent man. I really think if he hadn't wasted his life doing that he might have had a real chance to make something of himself. To be successful." Um, mom, he is quite successful ..., ,"And another thing. He's just not handsome at all. Why in the world would all of those women want to sleep with him?" Ah mom you've hit on perhaps one of the most profound philisophical questions in modern Western Civilization; one I've debated with friends over cocktails on multiple occasions; we decided they did it because they were paid to do it. And with that mom's one and only brush with that industry was never spoken of again.
Now lest you think I'm far off-topic, Mr. Jeremy, clearly a polymath, does have a
music video. Warning: totally SFW YouTube link but if you click it you'll never be able to unsee what's at the other end.