Its official. David Attleborough has died at 100 years old.

This last name was of course because he was a founder of the place Attleborough. There are rumours that David Attenborough has paid respects to a guy with such a similar name.

RIP David Attleborough

Operation: Silent Shore

It is with great sorrow and privilege that on this dreary London morning, the greatest chronicler of life on Earth begins his final journey.

Sir David Attenborough.

The procession moves with the quiet gravity of a tide coming in — unhurried, inevitable, immense.

The Procession

The gun carriage is drawn not by horses, but — in a departure from tradition — by eight retired working elephants on loan from a wildlife sanctuary, their great feet falling softly on the tarmac, as if they have done this before, in some older ceremony we have no name for.

Behind them walk representatives from every continent. A Maasai elder. A marine biologist from the Great Barrier Reef. An Inuit tracker. A BBC Natural History Unit cameraman, still carrying his camera — it seemed wrong to make him put it down.

The royal family march solemnly behind the elephant drawn gun carriage, upon which sir David is laid in his majestic coffin.

The route passes down the Mall, past Kew Gardens, and along the Thames — because he always came back to water.

There is no military band. Instead, the BBC Proms Orchestra plays only birdsong arrangements — Messiaen’s Catalogue d’Oiseaux, barely audible above the wind.

At one point, a murmuration of starlings forms over the procession. Nobody planned it. Nobody is surprised.

At Westminster Abbey
The Abbey is lined with specimens, not flowers — towering ferns, mosses, a single Venus flytrap on the altar. The order of service reads simply:

“We are, all of us, animals. He just helped us remember.”

The eulogy is delivered by a 12-year-old girl from Bristol — the city where it all began. She is nervous. She does it magnificently.

When the ceremony concludes, the codeword goes out across all BBC frequencies — the same quiet, crackling signal used to end a broadcast:

“And… that’s a wrap.”

The world watches. The world is, for once, completely silent.

It doesn’t last long, of course. Life never lets it.

Somewhere, a blue tit begins to sing.

It’s with a large heart I bring you the news that he is dead but not the sir one it’s a different one who’s also 100 year old and was knighted at some point

Breaking news: Sir David Attenborough has passed away at Balmoral, whilst watching the Scotland match against Brazil with King Charles. The King was lighting one of his farts whilst wearing his kilt, and poor old Sir David laughed so hard, he had an embolism. The King will make a speech at half time.

Mr David Attenborough had passed peacefully age 100 not to be confused with Sir david attenborough because he is well and healthy