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Graham Craker, the trusted bodyguard to Princes William and Harry, has died at 77. Known as “Crackers,”

he served the royal family for 35 years, including 15 years as the princes’ personal protector

Craker was with the young princes at Balmoral when they learned of Princess Diana’s tragic death in 1997.

He later recalled the moment William quietly thanked him after hearing the news.

During Diana’s funeral, Craker walked behind the hearse with William and Harry.

He said Prince William gave him a reassuring nod, knowing Craker was there for their mother’s final journey.

Crowds wept and tossed flowers as the hearse passed. Even cars on the opposite side of the M1 stopped, with people stepping out to bow in respect.

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