Talking of which, we used to have a Rev. attached to our Scout District. Great bloke, his appetite was famed. You could be cooking out in the middle of nowhere, be ready to serve, look around, and there would be no-one within 100yds. Lift a burger off the fire and he would be there, at your elbow with his plate. He used to do this to every troop camping, at every meal, too.
Anyway, he was always referred to as 'Your Vicarage'. He eventually got used to it and answered to it.