Moment of strange similarity

My mom emails me today and asks if I've seen a picture of Dick Ebersol's son--who's dead now, I believe, I'm woefully out of touch on the news (either that or Ebersol himself is dead, not sure)--and then goes on to say that she, and her coworker, think Ebersol's kid looks exactly like me. Haircut, glasses, face, everything about the two of us is the same. She ends the email with "I feel so sorry for the family."

I didn't post the link here, because there aren't any pictures of me on the blog, so there's no basis for comparison. I didn't look at the link, either. That would hit a little too close to home, I think. Like opening the paper and reading your own obituary.

I wonder. Would she feel as sorry if we didn't look alike?

Would I?