Death In The Princess Bride

The Princess Bride by William Goldman is a tale that is rendered new into many different scenarios. William Goldman uses lovers and royalty to play the fairy tale role in this book while also using evil. In the book the Princess Bride there’s a beautiful young women named Buttercup who lives on a Farm with a servant named Westley. As Westley is leaving for America for a better life Buttercup admits her love for him and asks him not to leave for America. While Westley is sailing to America is ship is attacked by the pirate ship Revenge. They leave no survivors! Buttercup hears the news in goes into a deep depression for a little while. (While all of this is happening the Prince of Florin is looking for a bride because his father is very

My grandfather's dementia had gotten worse with age. He had developed a habit of walking out of the house randomly. They lived alone in their apartment in Pakistan. One day he walked out the same way and did not return for a long time. We were later informed that he had tripped on his way and broke his hip. After surgery my grandmother called me, I was living abroad at that time, and said, "I don't think he will recover, he is in a lot of pain" I assured her otherwise. She said, "I can't live without him. I don’t want him to die." The helplessness and grief in her voice was agonizing. She would often call and cry, it became tough overtime as I was abroad and not fully aware of his progress. I am her oldest grandchild, and she treats me like

It was the name of the German composer of Hansel and Gretel: Engelbert Humperdinck (1854-1921).

Westley, so he sets out to find his fortune so they can be married. A

Genre and narrative appear in all forms of film; they cannot exist without each other. Films have some form of narrative that makes it unique for a specific genre. This is due to the way the story is told. Depending on how the story is told the audience will generate a response to the film they are watching. Narrative and genre are used to explain the story and plot of a film. Let’s look at The Princess Bride for example; this is a genre film that uses narrative to tell a story. Through narrative the film is able to get a response out of the audience and the audience knows how to respond to this particular film because of past genre and

My Grandfather died on December 5th, 2015. I was 15 at the time and I had only just started highschool as a junior a few months prior. I didn’t get to see him recently before his death, nor was I able to say goodbye to him before his passing. Instead, I got to wait patiently while the man I respected for so long took his last breath. I watched as he passed away, right in front of my eyes.

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

Heroes are brave, determined, courageous, and selfless people whop embark on a journey in order to fulfill a goal for the better good, every heroes journey is different. Some heroes fight dragons to save the castle and some like Westley steal the princess in order to protect her, Westley goes on a long journey where he faces many enemies and challenges but, he continues his journey to rescue his one true love. In The Princess Bride a novel by William Goldman, the character Westley is a hero because, he experiences all 6 stages of the heroic archetype structure including being called to action, crossing threshold, the road of tests, meeting the helpers, trip to the underworld, and the quest.

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

So many people had known him in his life and had been touched by his love, and his actions. And as most funerals go, there is a point where someone addresses the people who came to honor the life that’s lost. In my grandfather’s case, my grandmother wanted to do it. At that point in the funeral, I was tired, I was bored. I was so young and had no patience and little respect. My mother had just told me to sit still and be quiet when my grandma ascended the stairs to the podium. She walked, slowly, but confidently to the microphone. She looked out into the crowd and started to talk, when her voice cracked, and that was all it took. I watched as my grandmother broke down, loosing the will to hold herself upright, crying, looking devastated, while my Dad rushed onto the stage to help her down. To get her to sit, to give her some water, to comfort her. As this happened, all I could think was “why didn’t Grandpa help Grandma down from the stage? Why isn’t Grandpa here to comfort Grandma when she is upset?” Being a child, I didn’t understand what questions were wrong or when the time was wrong to ask them, and I remember turning to my mother and asking those same questions I just thought, out loud to her. The look I received is one I’ll never forget. So much pity and sorrow in one look. My mother leaned down close to me, hugged me and looked me in the eyes as she said: “Grandpa isn’t here anymore. Grandpa isn’t coming back. He has passed on and

He was a fighter, a rock, the person I looked up to, the person I thought I would never say bye in a long time. He was suffering and holding on just for us grandchildren and for his babies. June 5th, 2014 was the saddest day but yet happiest day of my life. It’s June 4th, 2014 a normal day until I went to bed. When I feel asleep I expected to wake up around 8-9 in the morning but I was woken up at 3 in the morning by a ring. No one answered. The second time it rang my mother got up like it was just a normal phone call. I got up slow and put my ear on the door I heard cries and screams from the phone and my mother running to get my father, I heard crying for the whole night. I knew it was about my grandpa because no one calls in the middle of the night unless it was my aunt Lena who is which the caretaker of my Papa, and that a week earlier he was in the hospital suffering.

It was Monday, June 9, 2014 and I'm sitting at my grandparent’s back porch having a normal conversation as I always would. We were talking about our plans and what we were going to do the next day together. It was summertime, so we were planning on going out to get breakfast around 9 A.M. at our local favorite restaurant, American Table. We continued to talk for awhile, but it was starting to get late and time to go to bed. I said my goodbyes and walked home as we were next door neighbors and only lived 15 feet away. As I lay sound asleep in my bed and morning came we were startled by the sound of pounding on our front door. My mom hurried down the stairs and to the door where my next door neighbor was frantically saying “hurry you need to go next door to your dads, something has happened.” My mom started yelling up to my brother and I to get out of bed and hurry to my grandpa's to see what was going on. What I saw as I ran next door to my grandparents is something i'll never forget. The bright flashing red and white lights of the ambulance and the EMTs rushing into my grandparents front door.

On January 17, 2016, my family and myself travelled about two hours to a small town called Yantis in east Texas. The elders of our family would always get together multiple times a year to catch up and see each other since they were getting to an age where they can’t depend on themselves being here on this Earth. Out of the seven or eight senior members of the family, two or three had already passed by this time. Our Uncle Charles was not looking good either, over the past few months he went from multiple doctor check-ups a week, to being in the hospital, and then ultimately hospice care.

My grandfather died just over 4 years ago. My grandfather was always there for me, most memories that I’ve ever had growing up has him in it. When I was upset he was there to cheer me up and when I needed, I talked to him. He had always been a huge part of my life and now when he was gone I realized that I always assumed that he would be a part of my life. When my mother told me that my grandpa was dying, I remember the strong disbelief I had that this was going to happen. I remember telling her that she’s joking, even though I knew she wasn’t. She had told me that my grandpa was very sick and that I should cherish my time with him. I tried so hard to do that, but every time I would look at him or talk to him, I kept thinking that he would be gone. Even though my mom told me that he would soon pass away, when he died, it still didn’t seem real. My entire family and his