THE ARISTO TRAgedy A family member of Prince Harry’s model ex-girlfriend Florence Brudenell-Bruce dies when he falls.
A wealthy old man died when he fell out of his bedroom window while letting his cat out, his partner said yesterday.
The 8th Marquess of Ailesbury, who is 98 years old, hit his head on the concrete patio below and fell.
Michael Brudenell-Bruce was found in a pool of blood by his partner of more than 30 years. He was related to Florence Brudenell-Bruce, who used to be with Prince Harry.
Author Teresa Marshall de Paoli, who is 88 years old, said that he probably fell while opening the window to free Honeybun, the cat that was stuck.
“It was a freak accident,” she said. He had blood all over him. “Oh, my dear, what happened?” I asked him, but he was already dead.
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