When I was very young and my mom was pregnant with my sister, my parents asked me what I thought we should name her. I am told that I responded promptly and with great glee, "BUCKETHEAD!"
Alas, my parents did not follow my suggestion, so when I myself became pregnant several decades later, I thought to myself, "Hey, it's MY fetus, I'll call it Buckethead if I damn well please." And so I did, at least until he was born and needed a name that would allow him to have a career that doesn't involve a mop.
A Buckethead in its natural habitat.