The Rosh Yeshiva of my Beis Midrash was named Zevulun.
About twenty years ago, I was working in an office and picked up the phone. The person asked for my boss. When I asked his name, he said “Moshiach.” I said, “excuse me, what did you say?” He said “Just tell your boss that Moshiach is calling.”
Okay.
So I put the caller on hold, walked to my boss’s office and said “I know this is going to sound strange, but Moshiach is on the phone for you.”
It turns out that that was his name.
The Wolf