Death
McCarthy died of complications from Parkinson's disease at the age of 89 on December 10, 2005 in a retirement home in Georgetown, Washington, D.C., where he had lived for the previous few years. His eulogy was given by former President Bill Clinton.
Following his death the College of Saint Benedict and Saint John's University dedicated their Public Policy Center the Eugene J. McCarthy Center for Public Policy. The Democratic party memorialized his death during the 2008 Democratic National Convention in Denver, Colorado, on August 28, 2008. The memorial included pictures of several prominent Democrats who had died during the 4-year period since the 2004 Convention displayed on a large screen. During Senator McCarthy's tribute, the screen displaying his photograph left off his first name but included his middle name, calling him "Senator Joseph McCarthy." Joseph McCarthy was a notable Republican Senator from Wisconsin infamous for his anti-Communist campaigning and sparring with journalist Edward R. Murrow.
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