Death of John Lennon

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Death of John Lennon

The Dakota, location of the killing
Location The Dakota, Manhattan, New York City
Date 10:50 pm, 8 December 1980 (1980-12-08T10:50 pm) (approx. time)
Target John Lennon
Weapon(s) Charter Arms Undercover .38 Special revolver
Deaths 1
Perpetrator Mark David Chapman

John Lennon was an English musician who gained worldwide fame as one of the founders of the Beatles, for his subsequent solo career, and for his political activism and pacifism. Lennon was shot by Mark David Chapman at the entrance of the building where he lived, The Dakota, in New York City on 8 December 1980. Lennon had just returned from Record Plant Studio with his wife, Yoko Ono.

Lennon was pronounced dead on arrival at St. Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital Center, where it was stated that nobody could have lived for more than a few minutes after sustaining such injuries. Shortly after local news stations reported Lennon's death, crowds gathered at Roosevelt Hospital and in front of the Dakota. Lennon was cremated on 10 December 1980 at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York; the ashes were given to Ono, who chose not to hold a funeral for him. The first report of Lennon's death to a U.S. national audience was announced by Howard Cosell, on ABC's Monday Night Football.

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