CSU SigEp

Undergraduate Memorial

We honor our young lost brothers with whom we shared the bond of brotherhood. No one thought that fateful day would come so soon. It is hard to accept the fact your gone, long before your time.

We remember them so their memories can live on in the hearts of those they left behind.

Samuel Jozef Berenbeim, 2014

On Friday, June 21, 2013 we lost our beloved brother Sam while he was attending the Telluride Bluegrass Festival in Telluride, CO.

Sam was a Senior set to graduate in the spring 2014. He was pursuing a degree in Chemical and Biological Engineering with minors in Biomedical Engineering and Chemistry. He was 22 years old. 

He was a driven student and had such a rough personal life. With all he had on his plate, it wasn’t easy for him. Sam was an amazing brother who worked at his studies, yet he always took the time to tutor his fellow brothers and was the first to help someone out in need.

Robert Keith Holland, 1983

It is said a man is known by the company he keeps this truism was certainty born out of Robs life. He was a fine caring brother, who’s commitment to his Jesuit teaching of striving for excellence and being a man for others were exemplified in all his actions.

As a freshman Rob rushed all the fraternities but accepted his bid from another house, After a semester of pledge-ship he became disenchanted with as he put it “their facade of brotherhood”  he walked away on the last night of activation.

The next semester Rob pledged SigEp and instantly fit in from the start, he was Industrial Construction Management major, as was half the hose, an honor student, served on the executive board. Rob was always bright and optimistic, you never had to ask for help, he was always one step ahead of you. He seemed to always have the answer before you asked the question.

An amazing brother who put others needs before his. He was the type of guy that would ask you! if you wanted to study together, but in reality he was really tutoring you.  He was always willing to filling in for someone on crew, if they needed, Happy to drive  a little sister back to their sorority house. He managed to find time or take the lead on projects when others where unable or unwilling.

Rob was traveling home on a back-country road, on his way home from saying goodbye to his girlfriend, early in the morning before he was to head back to school, Rob and a mother of four collided head on, both were killed instantly.

The Police investigation never determined who was at fault, neither car was speeding, no drugs or alcohol were involved. They could only speculate that one of the drivers fell asleep behind the wheel. Truly a tragic loss for both families. We were privileged to have known Rob and proud to have been able to call him brother!

John Robert (Fizzie ) Fraser, 1970 (050-1085)

Fizzie was senior when he died on April 13, 1970, at Poudre Valley, Memorial Hospital of injuries received from a 30-foot fall from the sundeck of the chapter house; at the age of 22.

Frazer was one of the most-liked guys in the house, always smiling.  He was a superb wrestler in high school -- Greeley Central.  He was blond-haired, almost white, one of the best-looking guys you'd ever see. Frazer was an extremely smart and could be the serious older member of the house, when needed.

It was a warm spring day and a small group of brothers were out on the third-floor deck relaxing, taking in the spring sun, when someone yelled up to them from the lawn. Fizzie rushed over to respond, he slipped as leaned toward the railing, he stuck out his hand but missed, the guys standing along the rail tried to grab him, but he out of reach. Fizzie fell to the sidewalk below, landing on his head.

Everyone ran downstairs by the time they got to the front door, other brothers were already attending to him on the sidewalk, he was unconscious, an ambulance arrived and rushed him to the Hospital. His family and the chapter held vigil by his bedside, he was comatose, and edema was building on his brain.

On his last day a group of brother where in the hospital lobby waiting for elevator. When the door opened, john’s family poured out, hysterical in tears. John’s swelling in his skull had finally cut off his vital functions and he passed away.

His funeral was heart wrenching, brothers and family mourned together. The days that followed seamed endless and were filled with sadness, brothers crying at the loss of our beloved brother.

Frank Maxwell Campbell, 1921

Frank was shot and killed by an unknown assailant on his way to attend church services on October 26, 1919, he was 20 years old.

According to his father “Frank was about the house in the early evening when suddenly he pulled his watch from his pocket and remarked that he had just seven minutes to get to the church league. He hurriedly put on his jacket coat and hat and left”. It was while he was on his way to church that he was killed. It was presumed that he walked straight west on Garfield to College Avenue turn north and walked on the west side of the College Avenue.

Authorities believe that someone was lying in wait by the College tennis courts before confronting Frank, they shot him through the right hand while his hand was still in his overcoat pocket. The bullet board its way through his hand near the wrist and tore away part of the flash, the second shot is believed to have killed him instantly, was fired point-blank at his left breast. It pierced his heart and lodged in his back.

After several days of investigation, no motive or suspect we’re identified, even though Frank was killed in plain sight on College Avenue.

The chapter attended the service in full and his honorary pallbearers were brothers Blanch, Bennett, Moorehead, Keating, Smith, and Tieht.