A perfect reason why you just can’t disallow crazy names unless you can prove that there is no one living at the address provided.
When I was in college at UC Berkeley, I had a sorority sister who used to “collect” unusual names. (She worked in the registrar’s office.) The one I remember the best was “Mary Beth Overfelt”. Poor girl was blackballed from more than one sorority just because of her name (considered scandalous in the ‘50s). All the girls whispered that it was lucky that she was a girl ‘cause she could get married and lose that unfortunate surname. :^) I’m sure that she was probably very nice and not a “round-heels” at all.
Libby Glass was the first girl I ever had a date with. Believe me I was not pleased with her choice of a date for the Sadie Hawkins Day Dance. The teen dance was up in Vientiane, Laos. In between me being asked and my Mom accepting for me and the dance we moved way down south to Savannakhet, Laos and I thought, mistakenly, that I had escaped my cruel fate. Because it involved me having to get on an Air America Milk run flight to get there. My Mom made sure I was on a flight up there. Drats! I spent some time water proofing, with wax, a box of matches, made sure I had my trusty knife and a bunch of twine with me on that flight. I was praying we would crash in the jungle! LOL
Libby, was at that time, a plain Jane - don’t know how she eventually turned out. I had never danced before and the most popular song that was played (over and over) at the dance was “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” and I was wishing I was in the jungle!