"What's the name of that point then?" looking at another point to the west down the shore. "Well, that's Dead Man's Point too." I said with another smirk.
I remembered a conversation I'd had with my Dad on the same subject, and I could see the smirk on his face in my mind's eye. We got to calling just about every point Dead Man's Point and it became sort of a joke between us. But the first point really was known as Dead Man's Point.
I was talking about Dead Man's Point with Mrs. C. one day and she told me a story. Many years ago when Uncle B. died, Aunt D. went out on a boat and scattered his ashes in the water off of Dead Man's Point, where he liked to fish. (But that's not how it got the name. It was known as Dead Man's Point long before that.) That's ironic I thought. Mrs. C. went on to say that a different Aunt, Aunt M. had a problem with it being called Dead Man's Point since Uncle B's ashes were out there, so she started to call it Resurrection Point, but that name didn't stick.
Here's a picture of Dead Man's and then later, Resurrection Point on Flathead Lake. It's kind of hard to see but it's Dead center in the picture. (click on it to see bigger)