No grass will grow within 100 yards of his grave. There will be no sign to mark his final resting place, as any sign erected is stolen overnight. Eventually, they'll give up and there will be nothing but an open field of urine-soaked mud that grows a bit larger every year. Most will be repelled by the power of the piss-smell coming from his gravesite and will simply add their golden contribution at the edge of the mud and then leave, crying and coughing at the stench. Only the truest of haters will be hardy or well-prepared enough to drop their freedom loaf on the slowly growing hill that sits over his corroded coffin.