I have a cousin named Easter Joy.
A classmate of mine in high school was named Yvonne. That would have been fine, but her parents gave away their pretentious game by pronouncing Yvonne’s name as Wye-vahn.
I worked with a girl whose first name was Maida. She was complaining about her name one day and I had no idea why. She looked at me, exasperated, and said “THINK about it!”
Then it clicked. Her last name: Steele.