Life Imitates Art
Hot to Trotsky, this is eerily similar to the film Good Bye, Lenin! Rip Van Winklelink. It also reminds me of a joke I read in one of the Goldbricker's old Playboys, from, I think, 1973:

A man who fell into a coma in 1958 wakes up after fifteen years. The first thing he does is ask, "How's President Eisenhower?"

The doctor replies, "He's dead, sir."

"Oh, no," exclaims the man, "that means Nixon is president!"

I fear for the day we won't have President Richard M. Nixon's Head to kick around anymore.