They're gonna stuff the corpse of Hugo Chavez and put it on display in a glass case.
Why?
They did it to Lenin.
For 80 years he lay on a bed of flowers in a glass topped coffin lazin away the days in the Kremlin Wall before they locked him away behind closed glasnost doors.
For those eighty years Lenin's comrades paraded his corpse around like an extended Weekend at Bernie's; raising old Ilyich to mouth every dictatorial diatribe uttered by the deathly stale bread breath of Stalin and all the petty knockoffs that followed him.
V.I. did a lot of talking for a dead man, serving the dictatorship of the proletariat with valor and distinction.
They did it to Mao, reminding all happy Chinese Proles that great peoples revolutions must dutifully mind the unerring instruction of the secular deity; resting assured that progress is an historical dialectical inevitability proceeding apace until classlessness is realized in every Hunan rice paddy, Shanghai noodle factory, Mongol Steppe Village and Buddhist Tibetan Temple in the glorious workers paradise.
As of this writing Mao hasn't been heard from since the Gang of Four walked the last Capitalist Roader plank.
Lady Mao indignant to the end, coolly quipping final zingers from the Third Edition of the Little Red Book as last death sentence breaths escaped her charcoal stained great leaping forward lungs.
As always Deng Xiaoping got the final laugh, counting heavenly Renmibis;
his yuan piling up faster then the number of displaced peasants clogging the streets of The People's Republic new and improved discount cities beggin for jobs at a toxic iPod factory.
Crafty Deng bought the copy rights to Mao's Quotations his profit driven start-up fills fortune cookies with the Chairman's wise maxims eagerly consumed by the country's burgeoning class of happy lunch time capitalists.
By the waters of the Nile they stuffed dead pharaohs with with onions, spices and frankincense and buried em in billion dollar pyramids.
When a pharaoh crossed the River Styx the expense was justified because of his station in life.
The undertaking also served as a shovel ready infrastructure improvement initiative for idling slaves.
The humongous public works project didn't do much for the economy back then because the wages of slaves don't go too far; but through the expanse of expired millennia the strange fruit of chattel workers is a proven boon for the tourist trade in the Valley of the Kings.
Its a bit unfortunate that enterprising grave robbers daring the risk of the mummies curse and imperialist archaeological pillagers wouldn't let the league of buried Pharaoh's -like young King Tut- just RIP.
..and then there's the case of Sweet Jesus...
Half of America believes him to be Chairman Emeritus of the GOP, authoring a gospel of righteousness in the party platform, sprinkling holy water on the hardest edges of free market capitalism.
Though his body was lifted to heaven on Ascension Day Jesus remains the main course at the festive Eucharist every Sunday morning.
Pious padres transubstantiate sacrosanct wafers say its the Lords Table but they act more like its their own.
Wrapped in riddles within sacred paradoxes exclusionary catholic churches refuse spiritually starved pilgrim's slices of happy meals if they ain't down with their righteous creed.
I recall Jesus feeding 5,000 soul staved people with seven loaves and five fishes and had enough left overs to feed every famished woman and child in Biafra;
don't remember Jesus checking membership cards before filling their bellies with wholesomeness;
but the pietistic pastors parsing out the holy loaves remain quick to draw heinous crucifixes believing in the holy justice of their crossianity to ecstatically bludgeon a fallen heathen...
some Muslim fundamentalists do the same thing
a Hidden Imam been walking the earth since the death of The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)
the ubiquitous Mahdi is around somewhere and when he shows his face he'll team with Isa enabling the Shia's to tell the Sunni's I told you so and demand that they stop murdering fellow Muslims
I just want to tell my brothers and sisters in Venezuela that they are the body and soul, the heart, hands and mind of the nation
the body is theirs the body can't be without them. el corpus es usted
what ever happened from dust you have come to dust you shall return?
and now as a Caracas glazier cuts a glass box for Chavez
i say i think its a bad idea. it never goes well for the dead ones
and as for the living when myth becomes history the potentates of politics and the priests of power become ghoulish tyrants that devour the lives of the living
ERRATUM +++
As Marx observed in the 18th Bremaire of Louis Bonaparte
"The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living... he goes on to say, "history repeats itself, first as tragedy then as farce"...
I hope my Venezuelan brothers and sisters avoid the tragedy and don't fall victim to farce...
Final thoughts from Jesus:
"Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather. Let the dead bury the dead"
Smash the icons! Hugo deserves his heavenly rest he wouldn't want it any other way.
Hugo Chavez (28 July 1954 – 5 March 2013) Godspeed Beloved