The southern end of my southwestern state has a long tradition of unusual names. My husband grew up with guys called Ruby, Pearl, Doris and Marion, and just about anything you could prefix with a D' or a De. Nowadays it's the million variations on Madison, McKenzie and Katelyn, plus any Lovecraftian combination of random letters and sounds the parents can dream up. Our paper puts out a quarterly section of local 1-year birthdays - we seem to run 25% to 30% names that could be remotely considered normal. The latest had a little boy named Cash, which doesn't seem too bad until you noticed the last name is Profitt.
When my daugher had her 3rd little boy, the nurse told her there had already been 3 Nevaehs that week, so they were getting somewhat accustomed to that one. They were, however, floored by the advent of little Abcd, pronounced 'Absidy'. To top it off, the nurse had mentioned this to another patient who was enthralled by the beauty and uniqueness of the name and decided on the spot that that was what she was naming her new daughter.
My son had a friend called 'Carl Carl Carl.' At least it is fairly easy to spell, and no confusion over sex. Another of his friends was christened 'Raskolnikov' (after the axe murderer in Dostoevsky's 'Crime and Punishment'.) He also went to school with Galadriel, Tristan, (brother to Raskolnikov), and Sparkle Arkle. My friend has a grandson named 'Royal Dannon.'
I could go on, but this is already beginning to look as if I'm making it all up. I'm not, though.