Cousin Al, who has no visible means of support.
Ghastly, bibulous cousin Rufus. At any social event he is guaranteed to get his head stuck in the potato salad.
Cousin Edward (don't call him Eddie), a parsimonious twit whose burning ambition in the field of accountancy is matched only by his inability to do simple arithmetic. He, too, buys his neckties at the thrift shop, although I fear not with quite the same eye as, well, me.
And cousin Charlie, a state senator whose record of blundering, moral ambivalence and overall sleaze has earned him the notice of national party officials, shown here in his usual pose. Charlie has the ability to make the simplest things sound impressive; here he is asking for Thousand Island dressing on the side.