I was at IGMAR doing my ROTC summer camp in 1971, I think. Cadet officers were rotated through leadership positions each day. A fellow in the next company over had the last name of Caesar. One morning he was rotated into the battalion commander's position. We were standing in ranks at attention as the morning report was verbally collected. Someone in his platoon shouted out "Hail Caesar", struck his chest with his hand and then held it out in a salute. Within seconds the entire battalion was doing that in unison; and, it went on for a surprisingly long time. We felt truly wonderful.
After it died down I overheard one of the RA cadre say, "That was really creepy. It was all I could do to keep myself from joining in."
:^) Wow, great story, hair-raising!
AFAIK, none of the assassins of Caesar have known burials; one fake one is sometimes given on one of the Aegean Island.
By contrast, the cremation spot of Caesar is known and can be visited, and to this day generally has various mementoes and fresh flowers left there.