Charlie Everton was truly incredible. He was the person you’d want to be sat next to at a dinner party, the one you’d have the best night out with, the only man you’d need on your pub quiz team, the person you’d call in a crisis, and the person you’d call to make you laugh. He was impossibly intelligent and wickedly funny, self-assured and confident, yet calm and quiet. He could command any room without trying. He was wonderfully kind, treated everyone equally, and saw people for who they really were. Anyone who met him wanted to be his friend.

He had an impressive collection of mad shirts, hats and socks, which on most would look ridiculous, but on him somehow looked ridiculously cool. He adored music, had a beautiful voice, and was learning to play the piano. He was a talented storyteller and writer, and had plans for a TV series. He was empathetic and entrepreneurial, and was in the process of setting up a charity. He loved kids, was godfather to two, and had planned to have his own someday. He would have made an amazing father.

Charlie had so much to offer this world, but was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic neuroendocrine cancer at 28, and died at 31. The world is an infinitely duller and less exciting place without his presence, and the three of us miss him every day.

There will never be another Charlie Everton, but sadly there will be others who receive the same diagnosis. Professor Juan Valle and his team at The Christie Hospital are working towards a day when others like Charlie will be able to live with cancer, not “battle” it and subsequently lose their lives to it. 

We are running the Berlin Marathon on the 26th September in Charlie’s name to raise money for The Christie through fundraiser set up by his family, which has a goal of £25,000. We would be grateful for any contribution you could give, for Charlie and for others like him. Thank you so much.

Love from his girlfriend Holly, best friend KK, and housemate Tilly. X