Best. Epitaph. Ever.

Lileks to the dying Castro:

"They will forget they were united in hatred of Fidel, of course. They will feel nostalgia for posters they saw when they were young. They will remember a song that reminds of them of simpler times, and conclude the times were better. The old – whom you left with no pensions, no savings - will mutter when they cannot afford to shop in the new stores, and they will be joined by the young, who look south to Chavez and see the American hamburger as instrument of oppression. The malcontent, the street brute, the intellectuals who mistake their neuroses for insights – they’ll remember you, and speak in your name. But they will be few. There was no such thing as Castroism, after all. Only Castro. In the end it all dies with you."

(emphases mine)