by Sprkly » Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:57 pm
A billion years ago I used to work as a church secretary. Yes, I burst into flames when I walked through the door, regularly.
Anyway, the head pastor there was the Reverend Doctor Harry Johnson. I shit you not. When people signed up to have weddings there and I told them who their officiant would be, I cannot tell you how many brides giggled when I told them Harry Johnson was going to sign their marriage license.
The best part: his actual name was Henry, but he chose to go by Harry, and never realized the oddity.