Slash and Alan Rickman are very worthy causes, but so is this one.
I've never been one for diamonds - I don't understand the attraction when there are things like Onix and gorgeous metal alloys out there. This might be because I'm a chemist-to-be or because of an Oscar Wilde story that was read to me as a child.
The find the next of kin to become King is this random ghetto, they take him to the palace the night before the coronation and he has a dream where he sees all these people suffering just so there can be rubies/pearls etc for him. In the morning he refuses to wear any of the things set for him and arrives at the church in the rags he came in. A light shines on him from above and his clothes transform into the finest things the world has seen - all without a single pear/ruby etc. Its touching really, I wish I remembered the name...