Naming our kid was a real trial. I seize up when I have to name a document on my computer. I didn't name my son after me. What if he turns into a maniac? How'd you like to be Jeffrey Dahmer, Senior?

Stilson’s joke treats naming as an anxiety-inducing act of commitment: even labeling a computer file feels paralyzing because a name fixes identity and invites judgment. He escalates that everyday hesitation to the high-stakes choice of naming a child, rejecting the tradition of naming a son after oneself. The punch line—imagining the mortifying burden of being “Jeffrey Dahmer, Senior”—turns on the fear that a child’s future actions can retroactively stain a parent’s name. Beneath the humor is a satirical point about legacy: names are meant to confer continuity and honor, but they can also become liabilities when identity is tied to reputation beyond one’s control.