The most interesting set of names I've noticed were actually part and parcel of the insurance game. From 1976-79, I worked for a truck insurance company in Nebraska at their Home Office as an underwriter (the kind that cancels your insurance, not the kind that sells you life insurance). There were 3 key players in the office from whose names you could have made a meal:
I did a milk round as a young man, and delivered to a Mrs Fuc, and a family named duc with a son named Donald. My Dad knew an Englishman named Cathcut Featherstinhall, who he called Cats guts feathers and all.