Directions: Write a eulogy commemorating the life of someone you have lost, such as a friend or relative. (It must be at least two-thirds of one page long, but no more than 2 pages.) It must be typed, double-spaced, include a separate cover sheet: Name, , “Assignment 4” and the date. If you did not know the person well, you may need to do some research. (eulogies must include some biographical info) If you have not experienced the death of someone in your life, choose a person who is close to you and write a eulogy as if they have just died. (Do not use yourself, a pet, celebrity or someone you do not know personally.) You can include quotes or a poem as long as the majority of the eulogy is your own words. You must incorporate in your eulogy at least one the following “prop” choices: A photograph, (hand held or on computer/projector, or on a tablet/I-pad, etc.; (no cell phones). Something physical that signifies or reminds you of that person; ie. piece of jewelry, a possession, a gift they gave you, etc. An oral presentation is required in order to submit your written eulogy for a grade, there is no partial credit. In addition, you must attend class on the days scheduled for all eulogy presentations in order to receive a grade on your presentation. Your score will be based on the following: Total possible points = 10 Completed written eulogy: 5 points Spelling and grammar: 1 point Presentation Skills of eulogy: 4 points Sample Eulogy - EULOGY FOR ERWIN SCHAEFFER by his son, Garry Schaeffer 12/20/01 My father had a huge heart and a remarkable sense of humor. What more could any of us ask than to be loved and amused. My father did both with ease, he loved us and made us laugh. But, of course, there was so much more. Born in Syracuse, NY to parents, Robert and Shelly and raised with his brother, Luke and sister, Colleen, he graduated high school and college before working as a teacher for over 40 years at Marcellus High School. He married, Ellen and had 3 wonderful sons, Luke Jr., Garry and Neil, whom he loved dearly. He was a wonderful and honorable man. I don't consider myself merely lucky to be his son, I've been downright blessed. He and my mother gave me the most profound gift that parents can give--the feeling deep down inside that I am loved and cherished. My father respected, admired, and trusted me. And I loved and respected him equally. Of course, my father played a huge role in shaping who I am. I learned from the master how to think funny and make people laugh. He was my comedic sparring partner. His sense of humor never, ever failed him, even a couple of weeks ago when a hospice social worker came to the house. When she drove up, my father and I launched into "Dear Kindly Social Worker..." from West Side Story. .