I just learned that mathematicians David Cox and Stephen Zucker decided to write a paper together specifically to create an algorithm they could name the Cox-Zucker machine and this might be the best joke in the history of academia.
Every adult man is a two thirteen year olds with sunglasses and a trench coat and a book of dirty jokes they pilfered from their bachelor uncle's bathroom.
This is kind of like listening to a perfect album, or viewing a brilliant work of art. You just know you'll never reach the same heights in your own endeavors, if only because you lack the requisite last name. The nominative ceiling will always be there.