During the life, but towards the end of the life, of Henry VIII of England (1491-1547, r. 1509-1547), a woman prophesized that dogs would devour his body.
The woman was nuts, and had been resident in an asylum run by Roman Catholic nuns in England, until Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries, after which she had been thrown out into the streets.
To prophesize the death of the king was treason, and the poor mad woman was burnt at the stake. If she had kept her mouth shut, nothing would've happened, but she had blabbed it all over the place, and so had to suffer the penalty.
Some time later, Henry VIII died, from gross obesity marked with gout and cirrhosis and possibly diabetes and dropsy and other afflictions of the affluent.
He died in London, but was to be buried in Windsor, at the time two day's hike away.
The first night, the court and pallbearers stopped at an inn about halfway to Windsor; having no other accomodations, the corpse of the late king was stashed in a stable.
During the middle of the night, there was a sudden ruckus, and dogs all over the place, running in and out of the stable.
What had happened was that the corpse had exploded--I mean to repeat that, exploded--from all of the built-up natural gases of decadence, and dogs being dogs, were attracted by the odor of fresh meat.
