Death
Vincent died on February 3, 1959, of a heart attack at his apartment at 120 East End Avenue in Manhattan. Astor left all of his money to Brooke, surprising many. She continued his philanthropic work. Vincent Astor was first interred on his "Ferncliff Courts" estate ("Astor Courts") on the Hudson River near Rhinebeck, New York. When Brooke later disposed of the property he was reinterred in the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Sleepy Hollow, New York. Vincent was the last person born into the American branch of the Astor family to rank amongst the richest individuals in the United States, according to People magazine. John Jacob Astor VI, Vincent's half brother and with whom he had never been on good terms, contested Astor's will but lost the case.
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