Well, the job may have gone something like this:
Fidel, saying nothing, has a leg spasm, and a bucket bounces to the floor, and he is muerto.
Raoul: "My brother is gone, I am now in charge."
Generals: "Oh, of course you are. Whatever you say El Commandante."
Raoul: "I want you to ease up on the people, let them express themselves freely."
Generals (rolling eyes): "Whatever you say El Commandante."
Raoul: "And I want everyone to get a raise."
Generals (snickering): "Whatever you say El Commandante."
Raoul: "And remind the people that I am in charge."
Generals: "Oh, si. You are in charge, El Commandante."
Raoul: "I will leave you now, I must inform the people of these changes."
Generals (guns out): "Not so fast, El Commandante."