Death of a Queen

A familiar face has left the planet. It’ s hard to imagine a world without this face gracing the airwaves periodically for the United States, more frequently in other parts of the world.

What is a queen, I ask myself? She didn’t tell people what to do. I don’t think she ever took anyone’s head off. She seemed to be a nice lady, a bit stiff in the old British way. That is what I think will be missed, her continuity.

She, for me, is a culmination of a crappy year.

2022 a year of death.

Death, sweet release.

Death, the gap trap.

Depends on which side of death you are on. The world mourns, presumably the family mourns.

Do the dead mourn too?

The crown falls from the dead hand.

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