I can remember at least as many unpleasant things as pleasant ones! Surely it's only a virtue if you narrow down your memories very selectively.
I know a
Rosalind whose little sister was born on their parents' wedding anniversary and named
Rosemary because of
Ophelia's scene in
Hamlet: "Here's rosemary, that's for remembrance: pray, love, remember!" The parents apologised for the confusion they knew would result, but couldn't think of a better name. And given the choice, I'd go the
Rosemary route too.