Finally choking to death in a Rome restaurant.

From Small Wars, Faraway Places by Michael Burleigh. Page 285.

In January 1952 British troops with tanks stormed the police post at Ismailia, killing forty-six of the occupants and wounding a further seventy-two. The post had been harbouring nationalist fighters who took pot shots at the British. In response policemen, students and the Cairo mob turned on the symbols of British power and Egyptian collaboration. Shepheard’s Hotel and the Turf Club witnessed scenes of wild violence, while the offices of such firms as BOAC, Barclay’s Bank and travel agent Thomas Cook were ransacked. Muslim Brotherhood supporters destroyed the city’s ten largest cinemas, for there were multiple agendas at play, including those of the tiny Egyptian Communist Party. A total of twenty people were killed, including eleven British subjects, one of whom was hacked to death after he broke his back leaping from a burning building. As the British Ambassador pondered whether to summon British troops from the Zone to restore order in Cairo, neither King Faruq nor the army leadership made any effort to bring ‘Black Saturday’ to a halt. Churchill railed against ‘degraded savages’, but in Washington Acheson sneered at Britain’s ‘splutter of musketry’ at Ismailia.

Faruq’s parliamentary monarchy limped on, until the King attempted to purge the self-styled Free Officers who had defeated his placemen in the executive committee of the Army Officers Club in Heliopolis. This seemingly obscure social issue was really about control of the armed forces and it triggered a coup long in the making. Colonel Gamal Nasser played a key part, motoring from base to base in his little black Austin to secure each individual unit’s support. He was also in regular contact with the CIA’s political action officers Kermit Roosevelt and Miles Copeland, who had fastened on him after failing to find a Muslim Billy Graham among Cairo’s mystic Sufi whirling dervishes to replace a king they privately referred to as ‘FF’ or ‘Fat Fucker’. The officers overthrew FF and installed the fifty-four-year-old General Mohammed Naguib in his stead, the front man of this bloodless revolution. Faruq was exiled to a life of limitless debauchery and international celebrity, finally choking to death in a Rome restaurant.