ɹˈʌɾəldʒ dˈaɪd ˌɔn ˈɔːɡəst twˈɛnti fˈaɪv, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv, mˈoʊst lˈaɪkli ʌv tˈaɪfɔɪd fˈiːvɚ; sˈeɪɪŋ ðæt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ ðɪ aɪdˈiə ʌv ɹˈeɪn fˈɔːlɪŋ ˌɔn ˈænz ɡɹˈeɪv, lˈɪŋkən sˈʌŋk ˌɪntʊ ɐ sˈɪɹiəs ˈɛpɪsˌoʊd ʌv dᵻpɹˈɛʃən, ænd ðɪs ɡˈeɪv ɹˈaɪz tə spˌɛkjʊlˈeɪʃən ðæt hiː hɐdbɪn ɪn lˈʌv wɪð hɜː.
Rutledge died on August 25, 1835, most likely of typhoid fever; saying that he could not bear the idea of rain falling on Ann's grave, Lincoln sunk into a serious episode of depression, and this gave rise to speculation that he had been in love with her.