The presentation loses all stars, but yes at least he's finally dead. The worst ones live the longest.

My great grand-uncle was Henry Kissinger’s body guard. He was present for the infamous Disneyland visit, where Kissinger put on a uniform and stood selling popcorn. My uncle was, nevertheless, standing 10 feet away with a pistol, along with three other guys.

He said it was “pathetic”.

Move toward the light at the end of the tunnel, Henry!

Surely there are better songs celebrating Kissinger's death to be found.