One Descendant of Alexander Hamilton Is Loving Hamilton Fever

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At least one of Alexander Hamilton’s progeny is having the time of his life with all the enthusiasm for Hamilton.


The Hollywood Reporter (via Vulture) contacted several Hamilton descendants who gathered last fall at the annual fundraiser for the New York Historical Society and met Lin-Manuel Miranda, to ask them about the show’s popularity. One of them was 65-year-old Ohioan and fifth great-grandson of the founding father, Doug Hamilton. (“He has represented the Hamilton family tree at more than 100 events and named his son and daughter after his great-great-great-great-great grandparents,” explained THR.) And Doug seems to be loving it:

“There has never been a better time to be a Hamilton descendant,” he says. “I get 10 times more inquiries about Hamilton now than ever before, even though a good number of them are for tickets to the musical.”

Apparently the rest of the family isn’t quite so sure about all this publicity, because most of them either didn’t respond or declined to comment. “My cousins are very private,” Doug explained. Or maybe they’re just hiding out from even more requests for tickets which, for the last time, they cannot help you get.

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There are only four simple ways to get Hamilton tickets:

1. Pay $800

2. Enter the lottery (your odds are just slightly less than winning powerball)

3. Be a celebrity.

4. Sell all your worldly possessions. Wait for a full moon, and hike the highest peak of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Walk 75 paces northwest while chanting ancient Egyptian curses. You’ll see an altar that will rise out of the earth in a hazy glow that seems to be coming from within it. Drink the sacred music cup on the altar the founding father built out of British bones. It will taste like blood. That is because it is blood. You are now a werewolf. Cut off a lock of your coat and put it in an envelope with a love poem that you wrote about David Spade. YOU MUST MEAN IT. Mail to John Kasich C/O A ghost that lives in his mailbox. IMPORTANT: remember to put a return envelope inside so the ghost knows where to send the tickets!!! Buy chains and a muzzle in case the tickets sent back are on a full moon. You cannot request a date change even for werewolf problems or a heavy period flow. No reselling.

So I mean the fact that people think they can get tickets from the descendants?? Silly.