By DAVID HORSPOOL
It wasn't a funeral service. That was emphasized from the beginning. But walking into a packed Leicester Cathedral and milling about, ten feet away from a coffin while someone found me a seat, it certainly felt like one. History editors don't often get to attend global news events, certainly not in any official capacity, so the chance to go to the reinterment of Richard III this morning was too good to miss: especially for me, as I also happen to be putting the finishing touches to a book about the king (yes, I know the world probably doesn't need another book about him, but I'm afraid what the world needs and what the world gets aren't necessarily the same thing).
The two and a bit years since Richard's remains were discovered in the most celebrated car park in England (a little more time than he spent on the throne), yards away from the cathedral, have been filled with fractiousness.