Death
Connally died on June 15, 1993 of pulmonary fibrosis, a progressive scarring of the lungs. His funeral was held at the First United Methodist Church of Austin where he and his wife, Nellie Connally, had been members since their days living one block to the south in the Texas Governors Mansion, 1963–1969. The Connallys are interred at the Texas State Cemetery in Austin. His wife Nellie joined him thirteen years later.
Former President Nixon left the bedside of his wife, Pat Nixon, who died a week later, and flew to Austin to attend Connally's funeral. The Connally Loop (Interstate Inner Loop 410) in San Antonio is named in his honor. The Connally Memorial Medical Center in Floresville is named for John, Wayne, and Merrill Connally. The John Connally Unit of the Texas Corrections Department south of Kenedy in Karnes County is named in his honor. There is also a Connally Plaza, with a life-sized statue of Connally, in downtown Houston. Texas A&M University System Offices, located in College Station, TX, are housed in a building named in his honor.
John B. Connally High School in Austin, Texas (Pflugerville ISD) was also named in his honor.
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