When I got married, I didn’t change my name. DPB didn’t care, I didn’t feel like it, and life has enough paperwork you don’t have a choice about. But we did have a conversation about blending our last names into a new combo last name. That combo: “Bundy.”

No thanks!

Maybe we should have gone for it; we did get engaged in front of an episode of Dateline, and honestly, between the complete monster with my last name and the evidentiary-procedure violation that bears his, we’re not better than anyone.

Do you share a name with a serial killer — or a scammer/jurist/fictional detective, or an embarrassingly crackpotty famoso? Do you wish you didn’t, or don’t care? And is there any name that’s burnt beyond repair? — SDB