Mad Dog and Glory

I don't have a daughter. Hell, I probably never will. But how whack would it be if I cracked open the NY Times wedding section to see my daughter's announcement and had to fight through the name Mad Dog at least twice? Fucking a. Bad as my funeral when my loved ones will have their brows scrunched at my obit: " 'picaresque'??!! REALLY? 'picaresque'? Who writes this shit?"