Death is a grisly business. It comes to all of us. Even if you happen to be the King of France, who's been reigning for 72 years. All the documented evidence indicates Louis XIV died of gangrene on his leg...
Serra is batshit crazy. Once he starts talking, there is no stopping him. As an admirer of his singular artistry, it was a pleasure talking to him at length, even though he did most of the talking.
The irony of the king's death is heightened by it's straightforward presentation and procedural approach. The Death of Louis XIV is a very singular formalist filmmaking in its highest order.