Don Juan Carlos was invited to the funeral of a cousin Lillibetthat is Isabella II, the last queen of empires, as if she were a dragon queen. Elizabeth II, who saw six popes pass by, died, it seems, in another century or even several centuries, all the centuries of marzipan floats, candlesticks and padlocks in which she lived. Isabella II shared with the honorary great-grandmother Victory, the epitome of the English empire and its wrinkled, bustle-like noses. But besides that, don Juan Carlos is undoubtedly now the only king left alive in that age of basket kings and armons. After the death of his cousin Lilibet, don Juan Carlos seems to be the last of his kind or of his era, like a lame mammoth that walks between living, frozen, stuffed animals or museums, a kind of Damien Hirst king. Don Juan Carlos is believed to be present at the funeral, so that one can see not only that he is still a king, but also that he is the last real king among republican, aplebeian, choreographic kings, soft kings, about which the honorary would say like the Fairy of Kings.