So, what did Queen Victoria die of? A perfect storm. A stroke, yes. Old age, yes. But also grief, bad knees, and a meal that would make a food critic blush. She wasn’t assassinated, she wasn’t poisoned—she was just human. And humans, even queens, sometimes get taken out by a second helping of pudding.
It’s a little embarrassing for someone whose name means “Victory.” But I think she’d secretly appreciate the irony. After a lifetime of solemn portraits and endless mourning, her death had a touch of the absurd. A queen who conquered an empire, felled by a digestive issue. It’s almost poetic.
