The worst car name I can think of was the Ford Futura. I guess it's OK to buy one the first time, but who would ever want a used Futura.

There is/was a foreign soft drink called Pschitt that friend who was a diplomatic service brat had encountered somewhere in his travels. (One of the bottle caps from this product is displayed on one of the Holy Modal Rounders' records, which often featured rare and interesting cork backed caps caps from Peter Stampfel's collection.)

A hair product that was marketed briefly a long time ago, complete with a National TV campaign, was derived from the Yucca plant and called "Yucca-Doo". It didn't last long.

And, yes, we had the inevitable butcher with the "Our meat can't be beat!" slogan in our area.

When I used to go up to Rockport Maine, there were two local well drillers, one on either side of town. One was named Drinkwater and the other's name was Boggs. I don't know about you, but I know which one I'd probably patronize.