You have no discernible talent. You were plucked from the obscurity of a patriotic squeaky clean singing group to audition for The Carol Burnett Show mostly because you looked like her and could play her sister in sketches. You scored a massive international pop hit with "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia", one of those songs no one likes but which is hard to dislodge from your mind. You inflicted the soul-destroying boredom of Mama's Family on television viewers for years, the horrible show that no one liked but was on somewhere twenty-four hours a day for many years, inexplicably, and which showcased the invisible talents of Ken Berry, a dull actor no one needed to see again after F Troop. You are the face of empty, pointless, fifth rate celebrity. Some people don't recognize you while to others you are everywhere; in this sense you are similar to signs of the Apocalypse.