Death
Stone died in Hancock Park on September 12, 1953, aged 73. Stone reportedly suffered a heart attack while chasing away some neighborhood kids who were throwing rocks at his garage. Another published report states that on that date Stone and his third wife were watching television when they heard a racket in the back yard. When he investigated, Stone found lawn furniture once again floating in the pool and glimpsed three or perhaps four teenage boys running towards the street. Stone gave chase despite his wife’s warning not to exert himself. Upon reaching the sidewalk, Stone suddenly collapsed. A gardener, Juan Vergara, witnessed the chase and summoned aid.
A published photo circulated in newspapers of the day, showed Stone's body on the sidewalk, immediately after the incident. Decades later, the photo was later published in Kenneth Anger's Hollywood scandals book, Hollywood Babylon .
Lewis Stone was later honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6524 Hollywood Blvd.
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