Death
In the morning of August 10, 1988, while watching television, Arnulfo died just 5 days before his 87th birthday in his house located in Coral Gables, Miami due to natural causes. His wife, Mireya Moscoso was with him at the time of his death. His body was transferred to Panama City, where he was ultimately buried in Jardin de Paz cemetery, located in Parque Lefevre. His supporters used his funeral as a protest against Noriega. On January 7, 2012, in order to fulfill one of his last wishes, he was re-buried in the mausoleum of the Arias Madrid family museum, in Penonomé, Coclé province, Panama.
In Panama, there are monuments, schools, and a township street bearing his name.
Arias' party regained power after the U.S. invasion of Panama a year later. Its presidential candidate, Guillermo Endara, had won elections earlier that year, only to have them annulled by Noriega. It was renamed the Arnulfista Party in 1990, and in 2005 regained its old name, the Panameñista Party.
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