Reminds me of the fellow whose wife was expecting twins. His wife went into labor while he was out of town and out of touch, so his slightly crazy brother took her to the hospital. When he gets back in touch, his brother calls to congratulate him on the birth of his twin girl and boy.
“As long as I was the family member there anyway, I decided to name them,” says the brother.
Knowing his brother’s nuttiness, he starts to cringe as he asks what names were selected.
“Well, I called the girl Denise.”
The father thinks, OK, that’s not so bad. “And what did you call the boy?
“Why, Denephew, of course!”