The bloody body of the dictator was shown on television.
“Liberation!” said the headlines. “Everyone rejoice!”
People wanting to see the body went to the palace and joined a queue, and then were ushered into waiting rooms.
After a few minutes, they walked into a viewing room, where they saw a bloody corpse.
Some spat in his face. Others dropped their pants and pissed on him.
But there were a few than bowed.
They were taken off to another room.
Where they met the very-much-alive dictator.
He thanked them, handed them guns, and sent them after his less respectful visitors.