Yeats died at the Hôtel Idéal Séjour, France, on 28 January 1939. It was his wish to have a quick funeral so he was buried there and moved to Sligo a year later his wife said these were his words "His actual words were 'If I die bury me up there [at Roquebrune] and then in a year's time when the newspapers have forgotten me, dig me up and plant me in Sligo'."
Shur Yeats said it all himself in one of his final poems
Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. An ancestor was rector there Long years ago, a church stands near, By the road an ancient cross. No marble, no conventional phrase; On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!