Hello. Hello. And welcome to Shorthand. Aren't you lucky?

You are. Here we are.

And there you are.

Listening.

Wherever you are.

We're going to, like everybody else is recently, drag you back to 2016.

Actually, you wouldn't have to drag me back to 2016.

Actually, no, yeah, you would.

I was a fucking receptionist.

Do I have to go back to 2016 knowing everything I know now? No, you're always asked that. Or am I back? You're not allowed to take the

knowledge. I'm just back in 2016. Yeah, you just have to do it again. Ugh. Nah, fuck that.

Firmwards and upwards. It was a rough year in a lot of ways, particularly for celebrity deaths.

Over the course of those 12 months, we lost such legends as David Bowie, Prince, Carrie Fisher,

George Michael, Alan Rickman, Mohammed Ali, Harper Lee, and Sir Terry Wogan.

Big hitters.

But the death that occupied the world's media attention, perhaps more than any of those, was no film star.

He was no musician, not even a sportsman or a writer.

He'd never even been invited to the Met Gala.

Ugh. What a loser.

In fact, before his passing on the 28th of May 2016, only a handful of people knew his name.

He was, a 17-year-old Western Lowland gorilla called Harambe.

And on that day, in his enclosure at the Cincinnati Zoo and Biological Gardens,

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