Death
Hunt died in 1993 at the age of 45, of a heart attack at his home in Wimbledon, only hours after proposing marriage to Helen. Two days previously, Hunt cycled from his home to the Television Centre to commentate on the 1993 Canadian Grand Prix.
His burial service included a solo trumpeter playing lively hymns to attempt to raise the spirits of the mourners. The pallbearers at his funeral included his father Wallis, his brothers Tim, Peter, David and Hunt's friend Bubbles Horsley. All of them carried the coffin out of the church and into the cortège which drove two miles to the Putney Vale Crematorium where he was cremated. After the service, most of the mourners went to Peter Hunt's home to open a claret from 1922, the year of Wallis Hunt's birth. The claret was given to him by James in 1982 as a present on Wallis's 60th birthday
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