IT'S OVER

There are many reports that they are telling family to see her before she passes though. Sounds like she is in the final decline.

Probably would use a better picture than one where she is sporting a beard.

her last memory of the british government is the fact that the pm's cabinet will no longer be white and the british public will associate that fact with her death now

This would've meant something on a global scale if englands empire still existed.
No one outside of the shitskin filled, barely white inbred island cares
Rest in piss slut and may God damn the queen.

"I know information that will lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton"

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My first act as King is to demand all pakis be castrated in 1 week if they remain in the UK

At least people can locate England on a map.

She's the last remnant of another era. Another (white) world. I know they are all pedos or whatever but it's still sad. Everything will be gone and forgotten forever, future generations wont even know what used to exist,...

based
now we can wait for her life and legacy of protecting pedophiles to be exposed

Thank you Ameritard, Thank you for telling us this secret information

>fake and gay

This will be Any Forums for the next day or until she recovers. If she actually passes, we will never know it from here.

it's fake ... faggot

I guess now we get to find out what has been lying in wait for her passing to be sprung on the bongs.
I can hear it already. An era has passed. Blah..blah..blah... "Lets push forward"

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Guido announcing she's dead.

O Queenie! my Queenie! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Queenie lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Queenie! my Queenie! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Queenie! dear mother!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Queenie does not answer, her lips are pale and still,
My mother does not feel my arm, she has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Queenie lies,
Fallen cold and dead.