several more years, returning to the United States in the summer of 1931. He was killed in an auto accident that November, near the family home in La Jolla, California. Dolly Wilde said to a friend: Don't grieve, darling, because he surely loved it. Think of how nice to die in what you like best, and you know what Beckwith liked best was cars and the sun. He adored driving fast in a beautiful car with the sun in his eyes. He must have felt like Apollo driving the sun itself, when his golden chariot fell over. (You know Beckwith had a new and specially shining yellow car). Imagine the flames going up in the sun, and Beckwith going up in the flames he sprang out from. It's a hero's death in antiquity. The official report of his death did not mention flames, only that the accident was the result of a tire blow-out on a downhill grade, and that the cause of death was pulmonary hemorrhage. He was 35. Burial was at Forest Lawn Cemetery, Glendale. References 1896 births 1931 deaths People from Mount Pleasant, Iowa