So, a few years ago, Prince Charles is walking the Queen's Corgi. Suddenly, the dog drops over dead. Frantic, the Prince borrows a shovel from a nearby household, and begins to dig a grave, thinking he'll find a replacement, and the Queen will never know. Digging, he hits something hard. He pulls it out, and begins rubbing the dirt off to inspect it. Suddenly, a puff of smoke, and a Genie appears. "You get one wish", he says. "I thought I get three", Charles says. "No, this is a British Genie, meant to mildly disappoint". "Then, please bring the Corgi back to life". The Genie inspects the Corgi. "That's a dead dog. Even I can't bring him back. What's your second choice?". Charles thinks. "Make Camilla the most attractive, desireable woman in the universe". The Genie thinks. "Hmmmm, let's have another look at that Corgi".