"Sign of the Devil, Dude!"

My dad mentioned earlier that a colleague of his had heard that a relative of theirs had gone into labour today. According to this colleague, her relative is hoping that the baby will not be born until
after midnight tonight, given that today is 06/06/06.

This particular bit of post-tea conversation got me thinking: how many people who give birth to boys today will decide, for a laugh, to call them "Damien"? And how many will in the future, live to regret calling their little bundle of joy that name?