Final Years 2002-2005, Death and Posthumous Award
Stretton returned to Melbourne where he worked as a specialist consultant in dance.
He was diagnosed with a melanoma and died of complications in June 2005, aged 53. He was survived by his former wife Valmai Roberts and his three children.
At the 2005 Australian Dance Awards he was posthumously inducted into the Hall of Fame.
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