Let’s zoom out for a second. John’s death isn’t a tragedy—it’s a chapter in a really great book. He helped put the “fun” in “funeral,” metaphorically speaking, by leaving behind a catalog of works that still make us laugh, think, and cry.
And here’s the best part: his family tree is still blooming. David Attenborough is now 98 and still making documentaries. Richard’s films play on loop in homes everywhere. John’s spirit lives on in every shot of a dinosaur and every award speech he produced.
So, what did John Attenborough die of? Nothing that defeated him. He died of old age, a full heart, and a job well done. If there’s a heaven, it probably has a production office, and John is definitely the boss. Now go watch Life on Earth and smile.
You’re welcome.
