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Tragedy in the Royal Circle: A Close Person of Prince William — One of the First to Know About His Budding Romance with Kate Middleton — Plunges 100 Feet to His Death

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The quiet of a late October night in Westminster was shattered by a harrowing scene when a man plunged from the rooftop of a seven-story building near one of London’s busiest landmarks.

At 11:02 p.m. on Thursday, October 30, police were called to Cockspur Street after reports of concern for a man seen on the roof of a central London building. Moments later, his body was found in Spring Gardens, just off Trafalgar Square. The fall came from the rooftop bar of the Trafalgar St. James Hotel, a venue equipped with protective safety screens.

“Despite the best efforts from the London Ambulance Service, he was sadly pronounced dead at the scene,” a spokesperson for the Metropolitan Police told the Daily Mail. “His death is unexpected but non-suspicious.”

Remembering a Reality TV Icon

The man was later identified as Ben Duncan, a former contestant on Big Brother 11, the final season aired by Channel 4 in 2010. Known affectionately by fans as “Quiffhead,” Duncan’s wit and eccentric humor made him one of the most memorable figures in the show’s history.

In an interview that same year, Duncan fondly recalled his time in the house, particularly his friendship with fellow contestant Dave Vaughan. “Dave Vaughan the monk is someone I know I will keep in touch with,” he said. “His love of life made my time much more enjoyable.”

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