Coming back fast from the post-office after having sent the telegram, on the 13th May, 1935, Lawrence ignored the salutary rule that the crest of even a shallow hill is a blind comer if the road is hidden, and came full speed on two errand boys whose cycles took up too much of the road. Lawrence swerved to avoid them, lost control, and was hurled to the ground. His brain was dreadfully injured, and the surge on who attended him believed that if he had lived he would have been paralysed, and would have lost the power of speech and all memory. He lingered a few days, and died of pneumonia on the 19th May, 1935. 126
On the 21st May he was buried at Moreton Church in a plain, unmarked coffin, and, at Captain Hart's suggestion, the mourners did not wear formal clothes. There was no parade or particular ceremonial, but his pall-bearers were Sir Ronald Storrs, Colonel Newcombe and Eric Kennington; Pat Knowles, Aircraftman Bradbury and Russell of the Tank Corps. 127 Through the efforts of his friends,, an inscription to Lawrence's memory was placed in St. Paul's Cathedral, London, and a bust in the crypt. In the church of St.
Martin, Wareham (Dorset), there is a large funeral monument by Mr. Eric Kennington, showing Lawrence in Arab dress, with his hand on his crooked dagger and a camel saddle under his head -- a sort of Crusader rebours. Lawrence was the appropriate hero for his class and epoch. Requiescat.