Death
Anderson died at the age of 64 while on a cruise to South America. On March 5, 1941, after several days of abdominal discomfort, which developed into peritonitis, Anderson and his wife disembarked from the cruise liner Santa Lucia; and the author was taken to the hospital in Colón, Panama, where he died on March 8. An autopsy revealed he had accidentally swallowed a toothpick from either a martini olive or while eating hors d'oeuvres. Sherwood Anderson was buried at Round Hill Cemetery in Marion, Virginia. His epitaph reads, "Life, Not Death, is the Great Adventure".
In 1971, Anderson's final home in Troutdale, Virginia, known as Ripshin Farm, was declared a National Historic Landmark and may be toured by appointment.
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