Fidel Castro died several days ago. It was the first good thing he’d done for the Cuban people in nearly 60 years.
His brother, the execrable Raul Castro said that the Cuban government would slow walk the dead dirtbag’s ashes along some ridiculous trail or other, before burying the much-reviled remains in some ridiculous locale or other.
I had the brief fantasy that during the long trip, someone would emerge from the forest, steal the ashes, and before he could be caught, scatter the remains in some junkyard or other, announcing publicly that he was doing so, “in order that Fidel be among his own kind.”
It didn’t come to pass, but I would have applauded if it had.