Death
Brandon deWilde died from injuries that resulted from a traffic accident in the Denver suburb of Lakewood. The accident occurred at about 3:25 PM on July 6, 1972. DeWilde was driving a camper van on W 6th Ave near Kipling St when it went off the street, struck a guardrail and then struck a flatbed truck used to install guardrails. It was raining lightly at the time of the accident. DeWilde was alone in his vehicle and not wearing a seatbelt. His camper rolled onto its side, pinning him in the wreckage. He was taken to St. Anthony Hospital, where he died at 7:20 PM of multiple injuries including a broken back, neck, and leg.
DeWilde had been in Denver for a stage production of Butterflies Are Free with Maureen O'Sullivan and Karen Grassle at the Elitch Theatre, which ended July 1. At the time of the accident, deWilde was on his way to Colorado General Hospital to visit his second wife of 3 months. He left a son, Jesse, from his first marriage. He was originally buried in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, but his parents later moved his remains to Pinelawn Memorial Park in Farmingdale, New York, in Suffolk County, to be closer to their home on Long Island. Frederic deWilde died in 1980 and Eugenia deWilde died in 1987.
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