I have lived my entire life near the WV border with Ohio. Over the years, Robert Byrd managed to get almost every public building, bridge and road in West Virginia named after him.
One of the most disgusting examples of this is the airport in Charleston. It still carries Chuck Yeager's name, but the terminal is called the Robert C. Byrd terminal (the whole thing should obviously be a tribute to Chuck Yeager).
I've always thought the most fitting tribute to Byrd would be to name all public toilets (especially outhouses) after him.
I'd like to see the phrase, "I gotta go to the Byrd" enter the American lexicon.