Lillian Billian was the name on one of the insurance cards I processed in my first office job.
I was one of many fans of Toppie Smellie, a white-haired old lady who was featured in a testimonial ad for Shake-n-Bake in the seventies. My husband and I used to cheer when she came on. You can still find many references to her through Google.
The McDonalds are probably proud of their clan name and don’t see anything funny about “Donald son of Donald.” I know plenty of John Johnsons and Gerald Fitzgeralds and Andy Andersons, don’t you? How about William Williams and Thomas Thomas? I do wonder why people do that, but it’s not as if they didn’t notice.
I also knew a guy whose name was the same as his brother’s. His older brother had been named Jerry, but when he was a few years old, his parents decided “Jerry” didn’t suit him. So they started calling him by his middle name. But they still wanted to call a son Jerry, so when my acquaintance was born, they named him Jerry and called him that. You have to wonder about people like that, don’t you?