On 3 December 1894, aged 44, Stevenson collapsed while talking to his wife Fanny, and died within a few hours, most probably of a cerebral hemorrhage. He was buried with great local ceremony on Mount Vaea, overlooking the sea. His gravestone was inscribed with his own poem, "Requiem":
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.