Death and succession
The war against Charles VIII dragged on until the following year, but in fact the Kingdom of Naples had returned firmly into the hands of Ferrandino, who was thus able to celebrate his marriage to his aunt Giovanna. She was a half-sister of Alfonso II, born from the second marriage of King Ferrante to Joan of Aragon. At the time of the marriage, Ferrandino was 29 years old, Giovanna 18. The wedding was celebrated in Somma Vesuviana, where the royal couple decided to stop for some time and where Ferrandino appointed his wife queen, crowning her by his hand.
Immediately after, however, Ferrandino, already previously ill with malaria, which raged at that time in Calabria, saw his health deteriorate, and he was taken to the church of the Annunziata in Naples to obtain grace of health. He arrived to find a large part of the population had come to pray for him. He was later taken to Castel Nuovo.
In this regard, the Milanese historian Bernardino Corio writes: "Ferdinando, having recovered almost everything [...] joining his wife who was the infante of Naples his friend, sister of Alfonso on his father's side, and as in love with her, taking loving pleasure, he aggravated himself more in the beginning of illness [...] and despairing of healing he was taken to Naples, where at the age of twenty-nine with incredible pain of his subjects he abandoned life".
Ferrandino made a will in which he established Don Federico, his paternal uncle, as universal heir to the kingdom. Having then devoutly obtained the extreme anointing, he died on 7 October 1496, at Castel Capuano, where he had been transported in a litter, amid the great mourning of the people, who had led in procession relics, including the miraculous blood of San Gennaro. And again in these terms Giuliano Passaro, a saddler craftsman, describes the general condolences to his death:What can you cry about, Neapolitan peoples, what
today you have lost your Crown; and for this they weep the moon with the stars, the stones with the earth; weep, big and small, female and male, that I believe since God made the world more pitiful what was not seen! The wretched Queen, his wife, and also his mother-in-law, cried, saying: "Where is your strength, where is your glorious fame, which in your youth you acquired with as much effort as ever prince of this century, to recover your ancient home, from which with great treachery you were driven out by King Charles of France, and you with your glorious wit and strength have regained it? And now at one point you have abandoned us, son and husband! Who are you leaving us with? " [...] Big and small beat their heads for the walls for the great pain they had for the past memory of the Lord King, saying: «O our Lord, how have you abandoned us in such a short time? Where is your gagliardia? where is your tinkering with so much prowess, that Hector or Hercules was never equal to Your Majesty; and today for your passing away you have abandoned us! " [...] And know, magnificent gentlemen, that today the most virtuous, victorious and beloved King of vassals has died, that he had ever been in this century and that he has endured so much trouble, since many times he was tried to poison him and always the fortune
he helped her and immediately the betrayal was discovered; and today he died so softly, at the end of him winning him.
Ferrandino was then buried with funeral gifts in the sacristy of San Domenico, near the tomb of his grandfather Ferrante. In the absence of direct heirs of the late king, the crown was inherited, according to his will, by his uncle Frederick, the legitimate brother of Alfonso II, who ascended to the throne as Frederick I of Naples. Frederick was the last Neapolitan king of the Aragonese dynasty, who then ceded the kingdom to the French. Following the definitive sunset of the Aragonese lineage, the laments for the premature death of Ferrandino multiplied:
If I had the son King Ferdinand,
that he was alive with me in such misfortune,
would give notice to all my worries,
but unhappy to me no one is left to me,
and I remember them weeping,
for the fountain of mercy withered to his vessel
for me, being a receptacle of torments
devoid of children and friends and relatives.
I am that unfortunate kingdom
full of tears, damage and war,
France and Spain at sea on land
they all desolate me.
For me every person mourns,
gentle kingdom full of troubles,
since five kings of crown
I have died in thirteen years,
with torments and severe damage.
[...] I am that unfortunate kingdom,
first King Ferrando old,
King Alfonso his son,
Ferrandino of virtue is spechio,
you have French in great pain
and King Charles with his stole
he drove off towards the west;
death took him out of the present.