I chose the name "John", for St. Jean-Marie Vianney. My first name is also John, so I had to wear a name tag that read "John John". It was a pretty awful ceremony--our confirmation class sang "Heal the World" by Michael Jackson (I had protested, asking if we could at least sing a song by someone who was some sort of Christian, and was laughed at), while I stood in silence. One of the girls in my class had taken the confirmation name "Tiffany", which was hilarious in a sad sort of way.
One of the other confirmations I attended had a boy who was taking the name "John". The bishop was a bit deaf and didn't hear what the name was to be, so the boy was confirmed "James".
ROFLMAO....(sorry, but it's true)
It's stories like this that make me glad I was literally a child of the '60s.
BTW, what year did this occur? Just curious.