Frankenstein's Eulogy

Please forgive me ahead of time, for I was not well acquainted with the deceased. Upon the discovery of his death, we happened upon a series of journals that he left behind, and felt it best that we would use the entries to better speak of the “man” we bury today. As I am the local man of the church, it is my responsibility to speak for this, this thing that lies here before us this day, as for there is no one else willing to speak for him. We gather here today, not to judge nor honor him, but to give him a proper burial, and a proper send-off, that all of our world’s creatures deserve, and this “man” is no exception.

He began life not by choice, but by scientific force. Even with his abrupt birth, he started himself as a gentle, curious creature, as did the rest of us. Even with his kind nature, he was turned away by every human he came across, the first being his maker. The beast wasn’t even a week old when he experienced his first heartbreak. The one person that was supposed to love him, his father, his maker, his creator, turned him away, afraid of his child. Forcing him to leave the location of his birth, to roam about in the wilderness, and to begin his journey.

Now, might I remind all of you, that I am not attempting to make excuses for the creature that we see before ourselves at this moment, but I am trying to tell his tale to the best of my ability, as likely as I can with compassion towards the creature, and as he might have experienced his days.

Upon looking at the massive infant, anyone who came across him fled or attacked, leaving the curious creature sad, alone, confused. As he stated in one of his journals, “It was a true relief to me when I finally came across my shelter”. A testament to this creature’s nature was when he came across a family, that he ‘adopted’ to be his own, and upon learning about their status, began to contribute to their survival by helping them gather wood and such. This family unknowingly rewarded his kindness by teaching him the ways of man, the ways of the being that denied his right to existence.

The elephant-like toddler knew not why man was afraid of him, nor why he was so different to those around him, until, “I have seen my wretched self! The hideous monster that I am! Is it not understandable that they should loathe me so, for I loathe myself so!” Imagine the surprise, the disgust, this poor creature must have felt upon seeing his reflection, the complexion that makes us humans to afraid, the realization of just how grotesque he was to the beings that he so desired to converse with.

After spending months watching his supposed friends, he finally thought that he should be able to introduce himself. A passage in his journal enlightened us about his mindset during this strenuous time, “It is time. Or, maybe it isn’t. Oh dear, what should they think of me! No! I am not backing out of my plans this time! It is time!” And upon his introduction, he was promptly assailed by his pretend comrades. The hatred, the confusion, the bruised, everything that had become of his life became to much for him, and he decided he would no longer stand by.

As we may hate to admit it, we have all felt similar emotions about ourselves and the ones around us. So how can we blame the creature for wanting to no longer be the victim of the humans that he so desperately longed to be around. Was his actions following the events of his introduction justified? Maybe not to us, but who are we to judge, when it is not us that were loathed to the point of hatred upon sight.

The monster set flame to the lies that he had held himself to, and took to finding the one person that should understand him. Angry, yet still kind, until another human mistook his nature of kindness for that of brutality, still hoping to be redeemed in the eyes of the human creatures, attempted to save one of them, only to be shot, which destroyed the last of the creature’s kind heart.

The final entry of the beast was dated long before his death, “Yet again I was betrayed by man. Yet again they failed to see who I was. The responsible party will pay for what they have done to me.” On his travels he came across his next victims, being victim only due to relation and proximity.

The rest of his journey can be pieced together by newspaper sightings and strange occurrences in certain locations around the globe. Most of his journey can be found in the journals of his creator, Victor Frankenstein, the man ultimately responsible for the monster that we see before us. The creature spent his time stalking Victor, terrifying him and threatening him, until they both met their deaths.

As I have stated, I am not here to make excuses for the creature, nor reason on his behalf, but to simply state the events of his life, and to be witness to his burial, as all of the creatures of this Earth deserve. As we can not know the full depths of his story or nature, we can only infer from what we have read and heard today, of what kind of “Man” this creature could have been, if not for the events that unfolded during his lifetime.

Have a lovely evening. Please leave the room as swiftly as each of you possibly can, so as to proceed with the burial in the cemetery. Not to mention the birthday party that is taking place shortly after our ceremony. If you please make your way down the hall through the exit. If any one is hungry, you many join me after for some tea and biscuits in the lobby. Thank you.