As the embodiment of Romantic rebellion many powerful people wanted Byron dead, the crowned heads of Europe, the Sultan of Turkey and the Pope. He did not get this wish. He was surrounded to the last by a babel of weeping servants, helpless body guards and horrified supplicants. He was immediately autopsied and the doctors found what they were looking for the brain lesions that they believed resulted from his sexual promiscuity. This provided the evidence they needed for the necessity of having bled him which probably killed him.
Malaria attacks the red blood cells.
His lungs were left in Greece, but contrary to his wishes, the rest of him was pickled in spirits and shipped back to England. Westminster Abbey refused to conduct his funeral because he was an unrepentant sinner. Finally, a long cortege followed his funeral carriage north to his internment next to his mother among generations of Byrons. Byron was born with a club-foot. He was extreme sensitivity about his lameness - in his works short and stout Byron glorified proud and arrogant heroes, who bear one's misfortunes bravely and overcome hardships.