Larissa Tudor - Death

Death

When Larissa died, she left an inheritance that amounted to a year's pay for the majority of Britain's population. Larissa's husband was devastated by her death and had to be held up by other men at her gravesite. Larissa was buried in a cemetery in Lydd. Her gravestone bore the inscription "To My Very Beloved Larissa Feodorovna Who Died July 18th, 1926 Aged 28 Years The Wife of Owen Tudor, 3rd The King's Own Hussars". Tudor brought flowers to her grave every year on June 10 up until a few years before his own death. Occleshaw pointed out in his book The Romanov Conspiracy: The Romanovs and the House of Windsor that Grand Duchess Tatiana's birthday was June 10.

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