Well, you know, as long-lived as a new king at the ripe old age of 73 year old might survive.
My friend Doug called me yesterday and goes, "OMG (well, he said the words), can you believe Liz died??"
I'm like - "ummm....she was 96, so yeah, I can totally believe it".
It's not like I was gloating or doing a happy dance. I'm not a citizen or a subject. Save PBS documentaries, the movie the Queen and the tv show the Crown, well..........I can't say I have feelings one way or the other.
A reign of 70 years is impressive by any standard. I mean, it's a full-time job with no real time off. I myself, hope not to be working at 96. Suffice to say, she had more perks and fringe benefits than most of us.
When in London 4 (!!) years ago, it's not that I was awestruck when we went by Buckingham Palace. I was perplexed, however. EIIR was imprinted in all the ironworks of the gates, of the posts where chains were threaded, benches, you name it. My first thought was: this is going to cost a FORTUNE to replace when the old gal goes.
My second thought was: well, they can't replace with all with
Prince King Chuck, because, well......tick tick tick. By the time they'd finish, it'll be King Billy's turn.
Maybe Diana will be there to great EIIR in the afterlife.
And now it seems, we're gonna get a lot of retrospectives on Liz and then a big funeral coming our way - and we don't even live there. .....well, save JP, Going Gently and Raybeard.
Song by: the Beatles