I have to wonder what happens to a Tory when reality comes a calling.
What you call deadwood can easily be called integral parts of your country.
Oh, its easy to SAY England for the English - you know what's the difficult part? Living up to the reality that this is a big, scary modern world and your one little people cannot cut it. You'll fail. You'll wander, squalid and alone, and nobody will want to be involved with you because you cut the EU out because half your damned country was so stupid / inbred as to barely know what an EU even was.
I'll never get tired of being without those stupid, petty emotions that led you people to "toss out the bums" when "the bums" were by and large keeping things going.
Now you'll have to rewrite nearly everything, treaties, taxes, regulations, all because a dumb blond fucked all of England for the sake of vague nationalistic promises.
And you know what, it'd be totally fucking hilarious if the new PM refused to go forward with Brexit despite the vote and tossed your "people's decision" right out and went to negotiate to remain in the EU.