Yup.
All of this has reminded me of my uncle, my Grannie's 8th and youngest child. I guess she was tired of thinking up names, because she gave her older children permission to name the youngest.
(NOTE TO ALL: Don't ever let your older children name your youngest!)
They were reading an adventure story, who's hero was called Blaydud the Great (or something like that), so they decided to name their baby brother Blaydud.
On the day of his baptism, when the priest was told the baby's name, he said, "You can't call him that!" The priest picked a name off the top of his head, which was entered in the registry.
My uncle has been known as Wilberne ever since