The scenario:
Word comes from Mrs. Windsor senior’s medics that she’s about to die. So - the managers of the non-stop Windsor circus launch their long-considered transition plan:
Send Elizabeth to Balmoral, to die in Scotland. Organise the first major event of the public grief orgy (after a bit of minor forelock-tugging by handy ‘background-artiste’ * peasants in Balmoral itself) with her coffin going up the Royal Mile, and with Charles Windsor leading the rout behind.
Cue crowds of ‘respectful’ Scots crowding the route, with deplorable low-life thug-Scots exercising their right of free speech by heckling Andrew Windsor for his teenie-shagging tastes (falsely called paedophilia; consenting, nubile teenage girls are not children, and middle-aged men fancying such delicious young flesh is built in to our species instincts, so - scarcely a perversion; but that’s another discussion…).
Cue immediate, quiet, dignified disgust at such outrageous - though democratically valid - behaviour, with ‘spontaneous’ outbreaks of singing ‘God save the queen…’
Extend this Scottish leg of the circus with a brief lying in state at St. Giles’s, whilst obedient crowds of Scottish conservatives/unionists/circus-entrancees file past, doing obeisance.
Meanwhile, send Charles and Camilla Windsor directly from Edinburgh to Belfast, to figurehead a quick unionism-orgasm.
And at the same time, broadcast repeated confusing reports about special trains, and about bringing food and stuff, in case people have to queue overnight; and on, to buff up the hope of a big obeisance event in London.
Oh yes, and eventually, someone may be sent to Caerdydd, to just rope a rent-a-sucker crowd of little Walesetties into the charade. Just an afterthought, as usual, Scotland and Occupied Eire being rather more urgent threats to the ‘union’ right now; especially with bad times clearly coming.
Rinse and repeat in London, ad nauseam.
Dear god, please let us get the funeral and coronation thrashes over with as soon as maybe…
Though - with the coronation show likely coming on just as things are really going to ratshit over the European states’ collective suicide pact, that could provide an interesting debacle: obeisance-fest in the Abbey, food riots widely outside! 
Roll on the Confederal Republics of The Isles…!
*The politically-correct new phrase for film-extras and walk-ons.