Definition: The uniquely devastating sense of loss when David Attenborough eventually passes, stemming from the realization that the soothing, authoritative voice narrating Earth’s natural wonders for generations will fall silent. It’s not just mourning a man, but mourning the extinction of the comforting presence that explained the planet’s magic since childhood. This grief carries an extra layer of existential dread, as his voice was the soundtrack to understanding and appreciating nature itself. You feel orphaned by the cosmos.
Example: “The day the news broke, I tried watching a new nature doc and just burst into tears. It wasn’t the same without his voice guiding me through the savannah; pure planetary grief hit like a tonne of bricks.”