That evil person with such malicious thoughts filling his head, now dead, may eventually turn into delicious Ukrainian wheat ale.
Imagine the following scenario. The war is over. It's a hot and sunny day. There are customers sitting at tables on a terrace outside a pub with chilled Ukrainian wheat ale in their glasses looking over beautiful views over Kiev or some other old city in Ukraine with some of the molecules in the glasses in front of the beer drinkers have come from this dead imperialist. No more evil thoughts, only fresh and delicious taste.