Lol! That's what I ask people I know when I see these names. Are you sure we don't know each other? lol
I think we just share the same kind of sense of humor.
When I was working in the newspaper biz in Memphis, I spent more than a few early mornings in a McDonalds knocking down an early breakfast while MPD and Shelby County cops were filling out their reports and logbooks from the activities of the night before, and during one conversation, that very subject came up.
It was explained to me that in the local hospitals charity wards where a great many such names originated, bored interns stuck with duty in the OB wards *helped* inexperienced [sometimes] and drugged [usually] recent mothers choose names for their new offspring. The all-time classic came for young mother King's son, whose name was inspired by a sign on the OB ward's hallway. And that was how he got the name Nosmo.
My all time favourite has been the kids whose mothers liked the sound of a French name, but could not spell Antoinne. Accordingly, we now have little Antwons and Antwans running around.