This is a joke my Dad heard off the radio and told us:

There was once a kid named Odd and all the kids at school teased him and said, “There goes Odd.”

By the time he was grown up he was sick of having such a strange name.

When he was married, he said to his wife, “When I die, please do not put my name on my grave stone. I don’t want to be remembered with it.”

His wife said, “Okay.”

Years later, when he died, people walking past his grave would look at the empty stone, and say, “That’s odd!”