Former Stawell Gift finalist Jemma Stapleton has tragically died while on holiday

Tributes have poured in for a rising athletics star and former Stawell Gift finalist Jemma Stapleton who tragically died while on holiday with family.

The Victorian athletics community is in mourning following the death of former Stawell Gift finalist Jemma Stapleton.

Jemma, a former Knox junior, finished third in the 2025 edition of the famous Easter Monday classic.

The 25-year-old rising star sadly died in an accident while on holiday with family.

On Thursday night heartbroken family members and sporting clubs led tributes, with Jemma’s brother describing her as the “best sister”.

“Rest in peace. I love you so so much. I promise I’ll make you proud. You were the best sister and my best friend I’ll forever miss you,” he wrote on Instagram.

Jemma Stapleton tragically died in an accident while on a family holiday. Picture: Instagram/victorianathleticleague
The Victorian Athletic League described Jemma as a “valued member of our community” whose “presence, character and contribution left a lasting impact on those around her”.

“On behalf of everyone at the Victorian Athletic League, we extend our deepest condolences to her family, friends and loved ones during this difficult time,” the league wrote in an Instagram post.

“Rest in peace, Jemma.”

A friend of the family has started a GoFundMe for the family to help bring Jemma’s body home. Details of the tragedy, including where the family were holidaying, have not been disclosed. So far, $84,778 has been raised.

The 25-year-old was a rising sport’s star having finished third in the 2025 edition of the famous Stawell Gift. Picture: Instagram/jemmastapleton
“It is with great sadness that our beautiful friends the Stapleton family are facing the unmeasurable grief while on a family holiday with the passing of their beautiful daughter, sister and partner Jemma,” the fundraising page read.

“This go fund me has been set up (and approved by the family) to help ease a bit of pressure financially for the family so they can grieve together and spend as much time together as possible to get through and navigate this impossible loss.

“Jemma tragically lost her life in an accident while overseas with her family, any and all support to help the Stapleton family to bring her home is kindly appreciated!”

The Victorian athletics community is in mourning following the announcement of Jemma’s passing. Picture: Instagram/jemmastapleton
Knox Little Athletics also extended its condolences, saying it was “deeply saddened to hear of the tragic passing of Jemma Stapleton while overseas on a family holiday”.

“Jemma was a valued member of the Knox Little Athletics community, competing as a Little Athlete with the Rowville Club,” the organisation said.

“From an early age, she showed great talent, determination, and a genuine love for athletics, achieving success at the Knox Championship level and later representing Knox at the state level.

“Many within our centre will remember Jemma and the Stapleton family with great fondness.

“On behalf of everyone at Knox Little Athletics, we extend our deepest condolences to Jemma’s family, her partner Tyler, her friends, and all those who loved her during this incredibly difficult time.

“Rest in peace, Jemma.”

Rowville Netball Club said, “the loss of someone so young is simply unimaginable”.

“There are no words that can truly ease the pain being felt by those who loved her,” the club said.

“On behalf of everyone at Rowville Netball Club, we extend our deepest condolences to the Stapleton family during this incredibly difficult time.

“We hope they can find comfort in the love and support surrounding them and in the many memories shared with Jemma.

“Jemma will always be remembered as part of our Rowville Netball Club family, and our thoughts are with all who are grieving this tragic loss.

“Rest peacefully, Jemma.”

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THE LAST TEXT FROM ROOM 404: Why Jemma Stapleton Believes Her Daughter’s Fatal Fall Was No Accident

The rain in Bristol has a way of washing everything into a dull, uniform gray, but for Jemma Stapleton, the world lost all its color precisely fourteen months ago. For over a year, she has existed in the heavy, suffocating silence that follows the worst kind of grief. She avoided the local reporters who hovered near her driveway, ignored the true-crime podcasters dissecting her family’s private agony, and kept her eyes fixed firmly on the floor whenever she walked past the framed photograph of her daughter, Chloe, in the hallway. Today, however, that silence has been shattered. Jemma Stapleton is finally speaking out, not just to mourn the vibrant twenty-one-year-old university student she lost, but to challenge the official narrative surrounding her death. She wants the world to know that she does not believe the official police report. She does not believe it was a tragic, late-night misstep. Most importantly, she wants to share the final, haunting message Chloe sent her just minutes before her life ended, a message that Jemma says changes everything and fuels her desperate hope to meet her daughter again in the next life.

To understand the depth of Jemma’s conviction, one must first look at the night of April 12. Chloe Stapleton was a final-year psychology student at the University of Bristol, known by her peers as fiercely intelligent, fiercely loyal, and fiercely cautious. She was not a risk-taker. On the night of her death, she had gone out to celebrate the completion of her dissertation with a small group of acquaintances. According to the initial police investigation, Chloe had later returned to an off-campus apartment building with a classmate to continue the celebration. At approximately 2:43 AM, Chloe fell from the fourth-story balcony of Room 404. The emergency services arrived within minutes, but the injuries sustained from the fall were catastrophic. She was pronounced dead at the scene.

The local authorities conducted what they described as a thorough investigation. They interviewed the tenants of Room 404, examined the balcony railing, and checked Chloe’s blood alcohol levels. Within weeks, the case was closed. The coroner ruled the death a tragic accident, citing high levels of alcohol consumption and a wet, slippery balcony floor as the primary contributing factors. It was a neat, orderly conclusion to a messy tragedy, a verdict that allowed the university town to sigh in collective sorrow and move on.

Jemma Stapleton never moved on. Sitting in her living room, her hands trembling around a cold mug of tea, she explains that her refusal to accept the verdict is not just a mother’s denial of a painful truth. It is rooted in hard, chilling evidence that the authorities chose to overlook, beginning with the physical state of her daughter’s body. Jemma reveals that when she was called to identify Chloe at the morgue, she noticed defensive wounds on her daughter’s forearms and deep bruising around her wrists that did not align with a simple, unimpeded fall. She pressed the investigators about these marks, but she claims they were dismissed as injuries likely sustained during the fall itself, perhaps from striking the side of the building or a tree branch on the way down. Jemma says that explanation never sat right with her, as Chloe’s fingernails were also broken in a way that suggested she had been clawing at something, or someone, in a desperate bid for survival.

The physical anomalies were troubling enough, but it was the digital footprint left behind that truly convinced Jemma that her daughter’s life was taken. For months, Jemma has kept Chloe’s smartphone locked in a drawer, terrified to look at it but unable to part with it. When she finally found the courage to download the device’s data with the help of a private digital forensics expert, she discovered a timeline that completely contradicts the official police narrative. The authorities claimed Chloe was heavily intoxicated and disoriented, yet her phone records show she was typing coherent, frantic messages just moments before the fall.

The most damning piece of evidence, and the one that haunts Jemma’s every waking hour, is the final text message Chloe sent to her mother. It was timestamped at 2:39 AM, exactly four minutes before a neighbor called 911 to report hearing a loud crash in the courtyard below. The message did not read like the words of someone who was carelessly partying or stumbling in a drunken fog. It was a precise, terrifying plea for help. Chloe had written that she was locked in the bathroom of Room 404, that her phone battery was dying, and that the person she was with was refusing to let her leave after she discovered something on his laptop. The final line of the text message, typed in all capital letters, read: IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME TONIGHT, DO NOT LET THEM SAY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

Jemma closes her eyes as she recites the words from memory, tears finally spilling over her lashes. She asks how a young woman who had the presence of mind to type such a specific, prophetic warning could be written off as a mere casualty of a slippery balcony. She believes Chloe knew she was in imminent danger, and she believes her daughter was pushed, or forced over that railing, precisely because she was trying to escape or because she knew too much about the individual inside that room. The individual in question, a fellow student whose family possesses considerable local influence, was questioned briefly by police on the night of the incident but was never treated as a suspect. He maintained that he was in the kitchen fixing a drink when Chloe stepped out onto the balcony for fresh air and must have lost her footing.

The grief of losing a child is an unimaginable torment, but the grief of losing a child to a violent act that the world refuses to acknowledge is a psychological prison. Jemma describes the past year as a living nightmare where she has had to fight against the very institutions designed to protect the innocent. She has petitioned for the case to be reopened, hired independent investigators using her life savings, and sought out anyone who might have seen something in the courtyard that night. Each door has been firmly shut in her face, with officials citing a lack of new, actionable evidence. To the legal system, Chloe’s final text message is a tragic piece of circumstantial drama, not definitive proof of foul play. To Jemma, it is a voice crying out from beyond the grave, demanding justice.

The toll of this relentless crusade has devastated Jemma’s physical and emotional health. She has lost weight, her hair has streaked with silver, and she rarely leaves her home except to visit the cemetery. Yet, amidst the profound darkness of her existence, a strange and deeply spiritual resolve has taken hold of her. Jemma explains that her connection with Chloe did not sever when her daughter’s heart stopped beating. Instead, it has morphed into a profound certainty that this earthly life is not the end of their story.

Jemma speaks openly about her desire and her absolute conviction that she will meet Chloe again in the next life. This belief is not a passive wish for comfort; it is a vital, driving force that keeps her alive. She says that she talks to Chloe every night, promising her that she will not give up the fight to clear her name and expose the truth of what happened in Room 404. Jemma believes that when her own time comes to leave this world, she will be able to look her daughter in the eyes knowing she did everything in her power to fulfill her last request. She finds solace in the idea that in another realm, far removed from the corruption, apathy, and injustice of human legal systems, they will be reunited in perfect peace, free from the terror of that April night.

The decision to break her silence now is a calculated strategy. Jemma knows that public pressure is often the only lever capable of moving static police departments. By releasing the contents of Chloe’s final message to the public, she hopes to spark an outcry that the authorities can no longer ignore. She is appealing to anyone who was at that apartment complex on the night of April 12, anyone who might have heard an argument, seen someone fleeing the building, or heard a whisper of a cover-up in the months since. She believes that someone out there knows exactly what happened in the minutes between that final text message and the fatal fall, and she is begging them to find their conscience.

As the interview draws to a close, Jemma holds up the photograph of Chloe that usually sits on her mantle. The young woman in the picture smiles broadly, her eyes bright with the promise of a future that was violently stolen from her. Jemma looks at the picture not with the defeated sorrow of a victim, but with the fierce determination of a mother who has nothing left to lose. She has already lost her daughter, her peace of mind, and her faith in justice. The only thing she has left is the truth, and she intends to keep screaming it until the world finally listens. Until then, she clings to the haunting words on her phone and the enduring promise of a reunion in the next life, where no walls can hide the truth and no mother will ever have to bury her child under the guise of an accident.