Script for Narration of Senior Aniamtion project

The Eccentricities of F. H. Cilley

This is Frank H. Cilley. A dead man lies in a coffin. Throughout his life, Cilley’s odd behavior made him somewhat of a local celebrity in his hometown of Leominster, MassachusettsDelightfully eccentric or disturbingly unbalanced, it was of no consequence to Cilley what people thought of him. To his brother, Harold Cilley, Frank was considered an embarrassment and blemish upon the family name.

The eccentricities of F. H. Cilley were the subject of local gossip for years. After his death, it was never clear which would be more missed, the man or the spectacle.

His oddities were well documented by friends and family.

“He slept with the foot of his bed at an incline.”
“…As an experiment”
“He only ate orange food.”
“…Other colors lack nutrition”
“I often saw him wearing a pot on his head when he went out.”
“…A precaution against falling objects.”
“Upon returning from his mother’s funeral, he played a waltz.”
“…Goodbye, Mother.”
“I knew Frank as a young man, before he fell of his rocker.”

In fact, Frank Cilley was a very bright young man. A graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, he was an expert in bridge engineering. Frank’s passion, borderline obsession, for bridges, eventually led him to make his fortune. What Frank lacked in his ability to fit in with social norms, he more than made up for with his genius in bridge building. Harold always envied Frank for this.

Although the circumstances surrounding Frank’s death remain a mystery, the locals speculated that Harold had something to do with it.

“He couldn’t stand seeing his brother a success. It drove him mad, more mad than Frank!”

“Well I know why he did it, doesn’t everyone?”

“That Harold, he got what he had coming.”

By the last will and testament of Frank H. Cilley, his entire fortune and 70,000 dollar estate was given to his alma mater, and to his sole living relative, Harold Cilley, he bequeathed a small pocket watch, which once belonged to their father.

“Poor Frank, he was always a happy fellow. It’s a shame more of us can’t be like him.”