Kevin Greening - Death

Death

On 30 December 2007, it was announced by Chris North, Greening's agent, that Greening had "died peacefully in his sleep", aged 44, one day before his 45th birthday. His boyfriend, Sean Griffin, was arrested the following day in connection with his death, and for possession of a Class A drug, but charges in relation to Greening's death were not pursued by police.

On 3 January 2008, it was revealed following the post-mortem that Greening died of a heart attack after taking large quantities of cocaine, ecstasy and GHB. He had spent part of the night prior to his death at the Recon event held at The Arches nightclub in Southwark, London.

Greening was buried on 18 January 2008 in a woodland burial ground after a secular humanist farewell ceremony in accordance with his wishes.

At the inquest into his death, a verdict of death by misadventure was recorded as a result of a self-induced drug overdose.

After his death an award was named after him at the Student Radio Association Awards, The Kevin Greening Award. It is dedicated to recognising unique on-air creativity, for which Greening was known.

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