One version of the bequeathment:
From him I got my Y
Why live? Why bother? Why go on?
His eternal battle with despair
Sitting in the easy chair, pretending
to read the paper,
surviving 'till tomorrow's workaday distractions:
sales, hookers, laughter
From her, the X
The vast, all-encompassing unknown,
unknowable, unpredictable, uncertain...
Her family all but vanished, so she all but did too
No anchors, no harbors
What could she offer, someone so frightened and needy?
One equation, two unknowns. Remember?
Correct: it's Unsolvable!