Imagine, a full week of Cheney-dominated tv.

Of course we don't like to speak ill of the dead, so his image will be softened. We will be treated to stories of Dick as a college student, Dick as a dad, Dick as a doting husband, anything but Dick as a dick. News stations will search for photos that show his human side. Likely they will have to resort to baby pictures.

And then there is the very lengthy funeral, during which numerous dignitaries will have to feign sadness and respect, while fighting down urges to spit on his grave.

In the meantime, the masses will gradually forget the bad times, the crimes against America, the torturing, the face shooting. Out in public you will overhear comments like, "You know that Dick Cheney, he was an alright guy."

When it seems like it is almost over, that is when the real nightmare will begin.

Liz Cheney, her chin thrust out and her eyes glistening with the hint of tears, will announce that she won't let her father's dream die.

That's when she will announce a run for the presidency.