My wife is from Dublin and wandered over to the cemetery to find Phil's grave while there. Walked around for about an hour and saw an old lady and asked her if she new where his grave was. She said its pronounced (Lie-not) and yes, I am his mother. Very nice lady. Man, did she catch shit back in the day for being in Catholic Ireland, with an out of wedlock and with a black baby. She persevered though and worshiped the ground Phil walked on. He was a very public figure around Dublin. Cool statue of him outside a bar called Bruxxels off O'Connel St.