Alan Coren - Later Years

Later Years

In May 2006, Coren was bitten by an insect that gave him septicaemia which led to his developing necrotising fasciitis.

He died from cancer in 2007 at his home in North London. Survived by his wife Anne (née Kasriel), whom he married in 1963, and their two children, Giles and Victoria, who are both journalists, he is buried in Hampstead Cemetery. An anthology of his writings, called The Essential Alan Coren - Chocolate and Cuckoo Clocks and edited by his children, was published on 2 October 2008.

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