Police close probe into death of Gogglebox's George Gilbey
Inspector Natalie Prince said: 'This will aim to establish if there have been any breaches of health and safety law.'
George was part of the Gogglebox family for eight series alongside his mum Linda and step-dad Pete. Our thoughts and deepest condolences are with Linda, and George's family and friends at this very sad time. The family have asked for privacy. pic.twitter.com/VMp1XkxvPG — C4 Gogglebox (@C4Gogglebox) March 27, 2024
Police close their probe into the death of former Gogglebox star George Gilbey
George Gilbey, his mum, Linda McGarry, and her husband Pete rose to fame when they first appeared on the hit Channel 4 programme Gogglebox in 2013.
Over the years, he has shown up elsewhere on television, including Celebrity Big Brother.
After his sad passing, George's friends gathered in a Clacton-on-Sea pub to celebrate his life.
One of them told The Sun: "George was George. He was a good bloke with a big heart who loved his family.
"He was a bit of a party lad, but he was good entertainment for everyone who knew him.
"Nobody deserves this to happen so young - 40 is no age, and to die at work is horrific.
"He had started going to the gym in the evenings and working very hard to do well for his family."
Discussing his death last year, A Gogglebox spokesperson said: 'George was part of the Gogglebox family for eight series alongside his mum Linda and stepdad Pete.
'Our thoughts and deepest condolences are with Linda and George's family and friends at this very sad time. The family have asked for privacy.'
Breaks my 💔 but @georgegilbey you are well and truely going to be missed my friend. Always lit up the room, cared for others & the memories we made I'll cherish for ever brother. From CBB to speaking to you last week, I'm going to hugely miss you ma boiii!
Love you GG 💔🥲💔 pic.twitter.com/nGEdnKs8Qe — Ricci Guarnaccio (@RicciGuarnaccio) March 27, 2024
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Former Geordie Shore star Ricci Guarnaccio, who appeared on Celebrity Big Brother in 2014 alongside Gilbey, also paid tribute to his London-born co-star.
He said: 'Breaks my (heart) but @georgegilbey you are well and truely (sic) going to be missed my friend.
'Always lit up the room, cared for others & the memories we made I'll cherish for ever brother.
'From CBB to speaking to you last week, I'm going to hugely miss you ma boiii! Love you G.'
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