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The genre I chose is a eulogy. Death is something that Mark Oliver Everett of Eels had been exposed to and surrounded with throughout his life. His father passes away, his mom fell victim to cancer, and his sister committed suicide. Mark was close to his sister for almost all of his youth, despite her emotional disturbances. He became close to his mother throughout the course of her battle with cancer, feeling as though he could talk to her about anything. It's like they had a brand new connection and could talk about anything under the sun, and their relationship became stronger as they became closer. Mark Everett's father, Hugh Everett, on the other hand, was a complete mystery to him up until he passed away. Hugh Everett was a quantum theorm physist. He was lost in his own world, a world of frustration and anger. No one accepted or believed his theory until after he died. Now his theory of parallel worlds in quantum physics is compared to Einstein's theory of relativity. I am going to use a eulogy as a genre for my project. It will be composed as though it is through Mark Oliver Everett's eyes. In it he will express the hanging, confused, sad feelings he has towards his father's death.

-usually includes an introduction -mentions the person's name -memories of that person -usually the strong points of that person's personality are mentioned -the tone is solemn, but respectful and enlightening almost -pulls an emotional response from the listeners -spoken aloud at funerals to commemorate this person and their contributions/accomplishments/uniqueness -sometimes poetic, sometimes delivered simply as is
 * Characterisitcs of Eulogies:**

-Describes important/admireable attributes of the deceased person -describes things about this person that are unique and special -information in eulogy is delivered in a factual but sentimental manner -things mentioned about this person are positive, and true -is a memoir to this person -shows respect to this person -meant to comfort others -offers comforting words about death, reassuring that this person is in peace
 * Criteria:**
 * -**Emotional appeal

Examples of this genre:
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[|A SEASON]
"For everthing there is a season... A time to live...and a time to die" Until we meet him in the air "In the twinkling of an eye" "For to be absent from this life" we shared "Is to be present with the Lord" It is, this season, until we meet again That we find so awful hard "There is a time for each of us to weep And there is a time, that we should laugh" For we know our Savior has overcome All of this, on our behalf

Draft of my genre:

"It's sort of a funny story. When I was younger, I couldn't accept the fact that inanimate objects-let's say a piece of furniture-did not have feelings. I would feel bad when I would slam a cupboard too hard, afraid that it would feel pain. My mom would always try to explain to me that this notion I had was completely silly. I eventually got a grip on that, but another bizarre idea bambarded my mind : my father reminded me of a piece of a furniture. To me, he had feelings, but never could express them. Or talk. at least to me. However, I knew that he loved me. He bought me my first love, my drumset. It's how I got into music. He let me play it for about 5 hours a day, as irritating as it probably was.

My father passed away when I was 19 years old. A big chunk of my teenager years was seldom spent at home. Him passing away before my eyes, and me carrying his limp body to the couch was the closest experience I had with him. This saddens and shocks me greatly. It's why I wasn't sure how to feel about him passing away.

Now I know that the world lost a brilliant man. The world lost a shining, crazy diamond. He was a genius ahead of him time, lost in his own world. His theory of parallel worlds was something that no one would take a second look at until it was too late. It's something I could not take a grasp to understand until he passed away. This man was so full of greatness, that if he showed all that was in his mind and heart, the world wouldn't be able to handle his greatness. He is a man that should be commemorated, respected, and missed. If i was able to spend another day with him, i would do things completely differently than i had in the past. I feel that i can not bare to not develop some connection with my father, and I am determined to do so...besides the change in circumstances. My father, Hugh Everett, may not physically be here with us anymore, but what made him feel alive should still be given the chance to make its colors burst. This is why, I am going to film a documentary dedicated to my father, his theory, and his life-all of which deserve the utmost respect and credit. I am determined to become close with my father, because i feel I would be missing out on the world if i couldn't do that. So i can do that by honoring him. Him, and his loved ones deserve the comfort of knowing that a great man will not go unrecognized.