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    It's crazy when you think about how we take our lives in our hands every day when we drive in rush hour traffic or board an airplane or whatever. And this guy steps off a curb awkwardly and cracks his head and is gone.
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    Wow. This is very very sad.
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    Quote Originally Posted by NoNoRehab View Post
    That's my biggest fear: a freak accident like that while going about the course of your day.
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    Freak accidents.....a big fear of mine.
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    How can you die like that?
    If you hit your head on the curb etc it's very easy to die. I know two people who did it.

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    Didn't he and Camilla look similar! Same mouth/smile. I'm sure she will be very distressed. He was one of those slightly eccentric upper class Brits with a "colourful" history they don't make any more. RIP
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    Camilla's farewell to her tragic brother: Duchess of Cornwall and Prince Charles arrive at the family funeral of Mark Shand who died in hotel fall in New York | Mail Online

    Camilla's farewell to her tragic brother: Duchess of Cornwall and Prince Charles arrive at the family funeral of Mark Shand who died in hotel fall in New York

    • The 62-year-old died last week after falling and hitting his head in New York
    • A service was held at Holy Trinity Church in the village of Stourpaine, Dorset
    • Conservationist Mr Shand had a biodegradable wicker coffin
    • Camilla was comforted by Prince Charles as she left the church
    • Mr Shand's 19-year-old daughter, Ayesha, was also present at the service
    • Around 180 mourners joined the royal couple to remember the travel writer

    By Richard Spillett
    Published: 06:29 EST, 1 May 2014 | Updated: 08:25 EST, 1 May 2014
    The Duchess of Cornwall was comforted by Prince Charles today as she left the funeral of her brother Mark Shand.

    Camilla and her family were left devastated when the 62-year-old conservationist and travel writer died unexpectedly last week after falling and hitting his head in New York.

    The Duchess and the Prince of Wales joined other family members and around 180 mourners at a funeral at Holy Trinity Church in Stourpaine, Dorset this lunchtime.

    Camilla and Prince Charles leave the church after the service in memory of her brother Mark Shand

    The Duchess wipes away the tears as she leaves the service, comforted by Prince Charles

    The Duchess of Cornwall and Prince Charles arrive with her son Tom Parker Bowles, who has paid tribute to his uncle as 'a man who brushed off cyclones'

    The Duchess walked into the church accompanied by Charles and her daughter, Laura Lopes.

    In front of the royal couple were Mr Shand's 19-year-old daughter, Ayesha, her cousin, Katie Elliot, and Camilla's sister, Annabel Elliot.

    Welcoming mourners to the church were Mr Shand's nephews, Tom Parker Bowles and Ben Elliot.

    After everyone had entered the church, Mr Shand's biodegradable wicker coffin - adorned by garlands of flowers - was carried inside by pallbearers.

    The service began with music including The Elephant from Carnival Of The Animals by Saint-Saens. The first hymn was Praise My Soul The King of Heaven. Mr Parker Bowles then read Farewell My Friends by Rabindranath Tagore.

    Musician Cat Stevens, now known as Yusuf Islam, who flew in from the US for the funeral, sang an acoustic version of his hit song Wild World.

    Ruth Powys, 35, who was in a five-year relationship with Mr Shand but was not his girlfriend when he died

    Ruth Powys (centre), a long-term girlfriend of Mr Shand, with her sister Mary (left) outside the church

    In front of the royal couple were Mr Shand's 19-year-old daughter, Ayesha, her cousin, Katie Elliot, and Camilla's sister, Annabel Elliot

    A message written on a card in flowers from Camilla read 'Darling Mark. With happy memories and all my love'

    Mr Shand's biodegradable coffin is brought out of the church after the short service today

    The congregation sang the hymn Dear Lord And Father Of Mankind before celebrated wildlife photographer Don McCullin, a close friend of Mr Shand, paid tribute.

    Musicians also played Panis Angelicus, and Somewhere from the musical West Side Story.

    Mr Elliot then read extracts from his uncle's book, Travels On My Elephant.

    The vicar, Rev Stephen Coulter, led the prayers and then Mr Shand's daughter, Ayesha, paid her own personal tribute. The final hymn was Lord Of The Dance.

    More music, including The Elephant Song from the film The Jungle Book, played as Mr Shand's coffin was carried out of the church.

    Camilla was said to be devastated by her brother's sudden death in New York last week

    Mark Shand's daughter Ayesha (right) arrives with aunt Annabel Elliott at Holy Trinity Church

    Camilla led mourners from the church and was comforted by Charles, who put his arm around her as they walked back to the nearby family home for a private reception.

    Also attending the funeral were Conservative MPs Nicholas Soames and Zac Goldsmith.

    Camilla and her siblings often spent time together in the picturesque village of Stourpaine, which is home to the Duchess's sister Annabel Elliot.
    Mr Shand once described how the country retreat had become the family's 'centre'. The funeral of the Duchess's father Major Bruce Shand was held at the same church in 2006.

    Mr Shand was in New York for charity auction at Sotheby's and slipped and struck his head on the pavement as he tried to re-enter the Rose Bar at the Gramercy Park Hotel through a revolving door after going for a drink with a relative.

    Pallbearers carry the coffin into the church, in a village Mr Shand described as his family's 'centre'

    Mr Shand's nephews, Tom Parker Bowles (left) and Ben Elliot, welcomed mourners to the church

    Camilla's former husband, Brigadier Andrew Henry Parker Bowles, arrives at the ceremony

    His body was escorted home on a private jet by Camilla's son Tom Parker Bowles and nephew Ben Elliot after a medical examiner in the US ruled his death an accident.

    Camilla's younger brother, who has a 19-year-old daughter, Ayesha, was known for his dedication to protecting the endangered Asian elephant.

    His rescue of Tara, a female elephant whom he saved from the streets of eastern India and rode 600 miles across the country, led to his best-selling work Travels On My Elephant, and the foundation of the conservation charity Elephant Family.

    Elephant Family, which said it had been deeply touched by the many offers of support we have received since his tragic death, has launched the Mark Shand Memorial Fund to raise funds to save the Asian elephant.

    Zac Goldsmith arrives for the ceremony this lunchtime

    Mr Shand was known for this charity work and campaigning to save endangered elephants

    The Duchess of Cornwall, with her brother Mark Shand, whose funeral took place today

    His rescue of Tara, a female elephant whom he saved from the streets of eastern India inspired his best-selling work Travels On My Elephant


    Mark Shand, 62, was a British travel writer and auctioneer.

    Mr Shand, who was born on June 28, 1951, to Major Bruce Shand and his wife the Hon. Rosalind Maud Cubitt, also had a strong interest in the Hindu religion and Indian culture.

    He had two sisters, Camilla, the Duchess of Cornwall and Annabel Elliot.

    He was chairman of the Elephant Family – a wildlife foundation which aims to save the endangered Asian elephant from extinction in the wild.

    He founded the charity in 2002 with four partners and help from financial backers Sir Evelyn de Rothschild and Bruce Weber. Other famous names, including Goldie Hawn, Diane von Furstenberg, and Ben and Zac Goldsmith have all been involved at various stages.

    The Duchess of Cornwall’s brother, who went to school at Milton Abbey in Dorset before being expelled, had several books published including Travels on My Elephant and River Dog.

    He has also featured in many television programmes and documentaries including the BBC’s Queen of the Elephants.

    As a BBC conservationist, he authored a book based on the life of the first female mahout, an elephant handler, in recent times — Parbati Barua of Kaziranga. The book went on to win the 1996 Thomas Cook Travel Book Award and the Prix Litteraire d'Amis.

    Prior to carving out his living as a travel writer, Mr Shand tried his hand at buying and selling antiques – spending the first part of his adult life traveling the globe his friend Harry Fane – who went on to become one of London’s top vintage jewellery dealers.

    He was inspired to start writing after meeting an elephant called Tara during one trip overseas. He spotted her during a trip to eastern India in 1988 and wrote about her in a best-selling book, saying the encounter changed his life forever.

    After growing up in East Sussex, Shand was a regular at infamous New York night club, Studio 54, which he once said ‘reminded me of the end of the Roman Empire’.

    He proposed to supermodel Marie Helvin — she described him as ‘impulsive, emotional and open-hearted, with the most beautiful body I had ever seen’ — but she said no; and JFK’s daughter Caroline was apparently crazy about him.

    He later married the dark-haired, charismatic actress Cleo Goldsmith, the niece of James Goldsmith. They have a 19-year-old daughter Ayesha, but divorced in 2009.

    Since then he was discreet about his dates, although last month he denied being in a relationship with Strictly Come Dancing star Nancy Dell’Olio, the former girlfriend of ex-England football manager Sven Goran Eriksson.

    While Shand owned a flat in Bayswater, London, he spent most of his time travelling.

    Read more: Camilla's farewell to her tragic brother: Duchess of Cornwall and Prince Charles arrive at the family funeral of Mark Shand who died in hotel fall in New York | Mail Online

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    Aw poor Camilla did they really need the close ups of her crying?
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    Camilla's farewell to her tragic brother: Duchess of Cornwall and Prince Charles arrive at the family funeral of Mark Shand who died in hotel fall in New York | Mail Online

    'The greatest uncle a boy could have': In a heart-rending and deeply personal homage, Camilla's son Tom Parker Bowles on the death of Mark Shand

    Uncle Mark is dead. Four words I never thought I’d write. It never even crossed my mind that Mark would cease to be.

    Idiotic, I know, but such was the raw power of his personality, the blinding glare of his charm, the sheer force and magnetism of his character, that I never imagined life without him. None of us did. Other people die. Normal folk expire. Not Mark.

    Death is for pencil-pushers, bank managers and pompous golf club bores. But now he’s gone. Ripped from our grasp. Way before his time.

    Family: Tom Parker Bowles with his uncle Mark Shand at the conservationists' birthday in 2011

    Because here was a man who’d brushed off cyclones, tsunamis, earthquakes, shipwrecks, pirates, bandits and malaria. An adventurer who relished nothing more than an old-fashioned punch-up in a torrid Jakartan dive; a dashing buccaneer who would have been dismissed by John Buchan as too far-fetched; a best-selling travel writer; and a conservationist renowned for his single-minded mission to save the Asian elephant.

    He would have relished the irony of his demise. Not by poisoned arrow, or furious bull elephant in must, rather the cold, hard, mundane pavement of the New York night.

    He found humour in everything, however morbid. Nothing was off-limits, including himself. Especially himself. Last year, we crossed the Atlantic together on the Queen Mary 2, where we shared a less than palatial cabin for a week. He snored like a bull elephant and spent hours raging against the internet.

    His language was always gloriously, inventively profane. Even hardened navy curs raised an eyebrow or two at his chat. ‘Teach the buggers a thing or two about REAL onboard language.’

    Every time he introduced me to fellow ‘cruisers’ as ‘his nephew’ eyebrows were raised. This filled him with delight. ‘Have you met my young nephew, Tom?’ he’d say, winking broadly. ‘Us old folk need all the thrills we can get.’ I would do anything to have just one more trip with him. Just one more minute. We all would.

    He was a self-confessed hypochondriac, never happier than when sitting in a doctor’s surgery, boring his old friend (and GP) Christopher Powell-Brett with yet more ailments, almost always imagined.

    He carried four vast sponge bags on his travels filled with pills and potions, vitamins and inhalers, aftershave and brushes, and strange Indian unguents. Plus he didn’t travel light. For our journey on the QM2, he brought along six suits, 20 shirts, 12 pairs of shoes and 30 silk handkerchiefs. ‘Keeping up appearances, ducky,’ he’d say, before changing into the same tattered polo shirt he’d worn the night before.

    Master of mischief: Mark, in 1989, wrestles in the sea in Bali with Ben Elliot, stepdaughter Talitha Puri and nieces Katie and Alice Elliot

    The thought of never hearing that throaty, smoke–stained chuckle again is hard to comprehend.

    The way his face creased with glee and his shoulders clenched together as tears began to roll down his cheeks. He was a master of church mischief. All he needed to do was catch the eye of my mother or aunt and that was it. They were off, consumed by helpless hysteria. And the more inappropriate the occasion, the better.

    It didn’t always amuse my grandfather, who would turn around with a furious glare. But Mark made church fun. Whoopee cushions under our great-uncle’s chair. Wind-up mice let off down the aisle. Stink bombs rolled under pews. The moment his tricks were discovered, he’d wink at us then put on a very serious face and blame us.

    'This is a man who brushed off cyclones'

    This mischievous streak ran through him like words through Brighton rock. He abhorred pomposity and bossy rules. He never changed.

    God, we loved him. While he was adored by our sisters, my cousin Ben and I worshipped the man. We’d do anything for him.

    He could swim three lengths of our grandparents’ pool underwater, throw a cricket ball over the house and deep into the downs. He’d buy us cigarettes and booze and take us to the pub at 14. What other uncle would arrive back for Christmas with supermodel girlfriends – supermodel girlfriends who would come down to breakfast in tight silk negligees?

    My mother and aunt were less than impressed. Ben and I, in the first blushes of adolescence, were so excited we barely knew where to look. When we were aged about 12, he would sneak us into 18 certificate films. I say sneak – actually he would just stride in, pushing us ahead of him, ignoring the protests of any staff.

    He had a very strong belief that rules didn’t apply to him. And, somehow, he managed to get away with it too.

    If we stepped out of line, though, or missed a catch (Mark was a great sportsman, I most certainly wasn’t), or gave him a little too much backchat, he could be fierce. A dead arm, or a head flushed down the loo were some of the punishments – or the threat of being made to walk around the village, knocking at every door. Naked.

    Hand in hand: Mark with sisters Annabel, left, and Camilla

    Mark was entirely without pomp or pretence. He hated snobbery of any kind, and was gloriously, fantastically generous. He saw money (and he’d be the first to admit that matters of finance were hardly his strong suit) as a way of helping others – elephants and human beings alike. His Christmas presents were legendary – Nintendo Game Boys, Rambo water machine-guns, huge Swiss Army penknives.

    He was funny too, with endless self-deprecating stories of half-assed derring-do.

    They usually involved his two great friends, the legendary war photographer Don McCullin, or the wonderful Aditya Patankar, the mad maharishi, another photographer and buccaneer. Despite endless arguments over the years, he adored these two men like his childhood friends, Andrew Brudenell Bruce, Henry Wyndham and Harry Fane.

    Mark wasn’t the sort of buddy to ring every day, or even every two years. But one minute with that boundless charm, and all was forgotten. Friends once again.

    Women loved him, which we all found rather infuriating as whenever he was in the room, we’d all be ignored. They only had eyes for Mark.
    He certainly wasn’t a stranger to exaggeration or a soupcon of artistic licence.

    ‘I swear on my life,’ he would bellow when questioned on some particularly outlandish escapade. ‘Ask Don!’ We did. ‘Yup, Shand’s right,’ Don would say with a smile.

    Mark wasn’t perfect. Nobody is. He could be darkly grumpy, incredibly rude (although he always apologised), infuriating and selfish. And when it came to raising money, he was pushy in the extreme.

    He had no problem in haranguing friends, old and new alike, for cash for the elephants. ‘What do you mean no?’ he would bellow, an ever-present Benson grasped firmly between his fingers. ‘Don’t be so f****** mean. They need the cash more than you do. Come on.’ No was rarely an option.

    'If you stepped out of line, he could be fierce'

    His greatest passion, though – even greater than that for pachyderms – was his daughter Ayesha. She was his life, his love, his proudest achievement of all. Every academic award (and there are many, with many to come) would be relayed in thrilled tones. ‘The brains certainly weren’t from this old thicky,’ he’d say, his eyes shining with pride. She made him happier and more fulfilled than he could ever express. ‘Thank God for Aysh,’ he would say, again and again. Thank God indeed.

    Although Mark wasn’t conventionally religious, he was a quietly spiritual man. He wore a Buddhist bracelet, a Hindu Ganesha necklace and usually some animist bracelet he’d picked up on his travels. ‘I don’t think there should be any rules in spirituality,’ he said in an interview a couple of years back. ‘I also don’t believe there is such a thing as a coincidence. I believe everything is supposed to happen.’

    But now he’s gone, cruelly torn away from those who loved him.

    From Ayesha, Annabel, Mummy, Simon and the rest of us. My stepfather adored him. They would talk about India (his real home – he never really loved London or New York) and elephants and endless ecological schemes. They were two sides of the same coin.

    If there is any comfort to be had from the death of this universally adored, remarkable man, it’s this: he felt no pain after the fall, went out on a high, having just raised over a million dollars for Elephant Family.

    So proud: Mark with his daughter Ayesha in 2010

    He sweated blood for every single cent. I’ve never known a man work so hard. But from a purely selfish point of view, the comfort is scant. We’ve lost our darling Mark. To talk about him is the past tense is gut-wrenching. Mark doesn’t suit the past tense. He was a man who lived very much in the moment.

    Father, brother, uncle, friend. We’re a very close family. And devastation doesn’t begin to come near describing how we feel. Just the same as anyone losing a loved one.

    The fact we’ll never see that stubble again, hear that rich voice, get the usual lippy text message ended with a million kisses. It’s all those tiny things; the smell of his Trumper’s aftershave. None of us has grasped he’s gone. We won’t for some time. There was no one like him, never will be.

    How lucky we all were to have had this giant, magnificent figure in our lives. My keyboard’s glistening with tears. And it’s time to stop banging on. His death leaves a massive, gaping hole that will never be filled.

    A lot of friends said he wasn’t suited to old bones, that to leave at his peak was fitting. But I disagree. We all do. We wanted you for ever, Mark. So wotcha cock, and bye bye old bean. May elephants trumpet you to heaven.

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    The picture of her crying breaks my heart. I can't imagine losing one of my siblings, especially so unexpectedly. He sounds like he was a wonderful person.

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    My heart breaks for all,especially his daughter and the Duchess. He sounds like a fun person who led a full life.
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    thankfully, ayesha dressed appropriately for the occasion...
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    i love that he had a picnic basket eco coffin.

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    Why do the cool people always have to die?
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    Like my auntie said,God gets lonely for good company...
    I think his nephew words were truly beautiful.
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