There’s also a bit of Geronimo in there to the point that this name may one day supplant Geronimo as the name we yell as we fall out of planes. And regardless of the long history the masculine name Ariel has, it doesn’t help that people like me associate it primarily with The Little Mermaid.
Then there’s what Sanam sent me:
It would be funnier if part of my dad’s family didn’t actually have the last name Peacock and if one of them didn’t have the first name Andrew, though I never realized before today that his name was only one syllable away from “droopy cock.” I guess I’d find it funnier still if I hadn’t nearly been saddled with the middle name Peter, which could have made my name “Drew P. Mackie.” Had it not been for a certain sagacious great-aunt, I would have been called “Droopy” all my life. I quite nearly could have shared this kid’s pain.
Despite what the series tag might imply, bad names are often not all that funny.