H. P. Lovecraft’s current address is Lot 5, Group 281, Swan Point Cemetery, 585 Blackstone Boulevard, Providence, Rhode Island.
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Howard Phillips Lovecraft died at the young age of 47 after battling intestinal cancer and was buried in the Phillips family plot, next to his parents and other relatives, in 1937.
He was not a successful writer and published only one book, a badly bound edition of The Shadow Over Innsmouth, during his lifetime. Were it not for his devoted friends and fans, his work may disappeared into oblivion. Pooling their resources, they issued The Outsider and Others in 1939, a collection of short stories. Many more titles followed over the ensuing years.
Today, Lovecraft is known around the world as one of the greats of horror and a pioneer of science fiction. Many consider him to be, after Poe, the best American writer of the macabre.
Although buried in the family plot and having his name inscribed on the central monument, Lovecraft did not have a tombstone of his own until 1977, when another group of fans from a new generation pooled their resources and bought him one. It is an unassuming block of granite inscribed with his full name, the dates of his life and death, and the heavy-duty phrase “I AM PROVIDENCE,” a quote from one of his personal letters.
Because of the layout of the Phillips family plot, the tombstone does not rest directly over Lovecraft’s remains. Depending on your perspective, this may or may not be a good thing. In October, 1997, an unknown person or persons attempted to exhume Lovecraft by digging directly beneath his tombstone. They were not successful and the hole was discovered in the morning by a Swan Point Cemetery security guard. After a brief police investigation that led nowhere, the hole was filled back in.
Since the 1940s, Lovecraft fans and enthusiasts have gathered at his grave on the anniversary of his death, March 15. He is believed to haunt the grounds of the cemetery and attends these tributes himself, always giving a sign of his presence, usually in the form of an apparition or strange, cackling laughter.
Of course there is no way to prove that Lovecraft still walks the earth in some form, but isn’t the Universe a funner place to think so?