What's in a name?

A few years ago, I was checking something on my computer just before bedtime when I noticed a piece of paper sticking out from under my desk. It turned out to be an old double page from a local newspaper that I had worked on about a decade before. I had laid the paper on the floor while decorating the room and somehow it had got left behind under my desk drawers. It still had a few spots of dried paint on it. I glanced at the paper before throwing it in the bin. It was a page of wedding photos, including one young woman who had married a man with the unusual surname of Sucksmith. I’d never encountered the name before, and its strangeness [and unfortunate schoolboy smuttiness] made me smile. I binned the paper and climbed into bed, looking forward to beginning the book that I had borrowed that day from the library, a paperback version of Wilkie Collins’ The Woman in White. Before opening the book, I read the back cover. Along with the synopsis, it gave the name of the editor of that version of the book. His was called Harvey Sucksmith. I have always wondered if he was a relative of the bridegroom.