William Donald Schaefer - Death

Death

Schaefer died at the age of 89 on April 18, 2011. He had recently been hospitalized due to pneumonia at St. Agnes Hospital in Baltimore. He was receiving hospice care at the time of his death.

Schaefer's body lay in repose at the Maryland State House in Annapolis, April 25, 2011, and later that day, there was a procession through some of Schaefer's favorite spots in Baltimore City including the Inner Harbor and Oriole Park at Camden Yards. Schaefer's body was then taken to Baltimore City Hall, where it lay in state that evening and the next day, April 26, 2011.
His funeral was held in downtown Baltimore, April 27, 2011, at the Old Saint Paul's Episcopal Church. Lainy Lebow-Sachs, Barbara Mikulski and Kweisi Mfume offered reflections. Governor Martin O'Malley his wife Catherine Curran O'Malley, former Governor Robert Ehrlich, his wife Kendel Ehrlich, Lt Governor Anthony G. Brown, Comptroller Peter Franchot, Robert M. Bell, Chief Judge of the Maryland Court of Appeals, Baltimore Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake and former Mayor Thomas D'Alesandro, III were among the attendees. Schaefer was buried at the Dulaney Valley Memorial Gardens in Timonium, Maryland.

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