*A gnarled and cruel fist aged prematurely by the ebbing tides of fierce paranoia and hatred slowly reaches across the sick bed and fiercely clutches at his sceptre. A final glint of fire eminates from behind the eyes... seeing all... comprehending little. Dry, splittle caked words issue forth from dry lips.
It's mine! I am still em...pe...ror...
*clutches at chest*
*spasms*
*what little life remains trickles from the mortal coil*