Queen Elizabeth the Second, Defender of The Faith, Head of The Commonwealth, and the collector of more state titles from across the world than most citizens could imagine existed died aged 96, eighteen months after the death of her consort, aged 99.
I could not watch her funeral on television, though it was touted as a grand and graceful event and was reported on from every media outlet across the UK that was broadcasting. They all talked up how H.M. The Queen was held in high esteem and affection by everyone she met.
At home I watched the funeral of another leader, see the film of Joseph Stalin's state funeral above. It was also a lament of grief and loss of unimaginable proportions, To see the crowds and vast slow moving queues was s-l-o-w television indeed, a spectacle beyond belief.
It left me wondering how long it took for the sense of mourning to wind down and wear off. When did normal life start afresh in the Soviet/Russian Empire? When it fell forty years later?
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