Well, we say goodbye to years of The Crown. My wife and I were loyal to the show. It had its ups and its downs, but overall it was good entertainment. I was in first grade when we read in The Weekly Reader that there was a new Queen of England (this and the Olympics in some place called Melbourne). My generation have been there for all the turbulence and drama of the royal family. Not being British, I have no idea what it was like to have the tabloids attacking day after day, week after week. But I could sympathize with them to a degree, even though their opulence was a bit much. This episode shows the Queen having her mortality thrown in her face, force to confront the fact that she would not be a queen forever. She begins to wonder whether she should step down. Meanwhile, Charles wants to marry Camilla, and all those windbag clergy, living in the Dark Ages, are the stumbling block. But the marriage takes place, as we all know, and then, as we also know, Charles continues as Prince of Wales for many years more. The show ends on an ethereal note with the Queen walking interminably off the stage, through a door to the future. This series was well done. If nothing else, it caused me to some reading about those days.