Funeral / Memorial Obituary Examples

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Funeral / Memorial Obituary Examples

Looking for obituary examples to help you write an obituary for a loved one?  Look no further — we’ve assembled a collection of the best examples of obituaries that you’ll find online or in print today.

This carefully curated collection offers a wide variety of styles and information for you to select from. Feel free to copy elements from our obituary examples that appeal to you and that reflect your loved one’s life.

We’ve organized our examples of obituaries into the following themes, though we do recommend that you read the entire post as you never know when you’ll find a line that is particularly appropriate for the obituary that you are writing.

How Do You Write An Obituary?

Wondering how to write an obituary?  Publishing an obituary is usually an early step after a loved one passes away.  Here are elements that are typically included:

  • Deceased’s full name (required)
  • Years of birth and death (required) and months (optional)
  • When and where the funeral or memorial service will be held (if applicable)
  • Names of family members, both surviving and predeceased (optional)
  • Chronology of major life events (optional)
  • Major life achievements and awards (optional)
  • Where flowers can be sent or charity donations made (optional)

Obituaries can also have different writing styles — as you will see in the obituary examples below — that you can match with the personality of your loved one:

  • Humorous
  • Efficient (i.e. short and succinct)
  • Lengthy (for those that loved to tell a good story!)
  • Self-written (for those that want to control the narrative of their own life)

Obituary Examples For Moms

Obituary For Donna Smith

When it comes to examples of obituaries for mom, this is a beautiful one because it conveys what a caring and compassionate person she was.

Donna Monteen Smith, age 73, passed away peacefully December 17, 2014 due to diabetes and congestive heart failure. She was born March 2, 1941 in Ooltewah, Tennessee to Carl and Annie Lynn. She eloped and married her longtime friend and love, James Nathaniel Smith, in October of 1960 who preceded her in death in 1994.

Donna loved to love on people. She sewed dolls and little quilted sayings constantly. Her hands were rarely still. Raggedy Annes and Andies were her favorites. She also shared her love with food such as fresh cut fries for her grandsons, lasagna and real fried chicken.

For many years Donna worked at Atria/Crosslands Retirement Community in Sandy. It suited her servant heart. She said she did it because of a promise she made her grandpa, Thomas Bush. He used to always say: “Do what’s right and do what’s good. Be kind and help others. The world can always use one more kind person. And if you can take it one step further, please do it for people grandpa’s age.”

Her life was a living example of her favorite Bible verse, Ephesians 4:32 — “And be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving one another, just as God also forgave you in Christ.”

Donna is survived by her brother and wife Tommy and Carolyn Lynn, sister and husband Mary and Vitali Abazade; sister-in-law, Juanita Cooper; her three sons and their wives Allen and Theresa Smith, Jamie and Heather Smith, and Randy Smith; grandchildren, Faith Henry, Sara Gurley, Colton Smith, Cody Smith, Derek Sharp, and Jeremy Sharp; plus 3 great grandchildren and her many nephews and nieces. All of these she loved and touched deeply.

Please join us celebrating her life Saturday morning December 20, 2014, between 10:00 a.m. — 12 Noon at Goff Mortuary, 8090 S State St, Midvale. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to her grandsons’ charity for wounded veterans at

Obituary For Kathleen M. “Kathy” Callahan

This example of an obituary was chosen for this collection because it paints a picture of what a wonderful mother Kathleen was, and how sorely she will be missed.

Family & friends are invited to attend visiting hours on Friday, May 18th from 4:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m., in the Vertuccio and Smith, Home for Funerals, 773 Broadway (Rt. 107) Revere for Kathleen M. “Kathy” Callahan, who died tragically in an auto accident in Saugus on Mother’s Day, Sunday May 13th.

She was 47 years old. A funeral will be conducted from the funeral home on Saturday, May 19th at 10:00 a.m., followed by a funeral mass at 11:00 a.m. in St. Anthony of Padua Church 250 Revere St., Revere. Interment will be private.

Kathy was born & raised in Charlestown. She was educated Boston Public Schools and attended East Boston High School. Kathy worked various jobs throughout her young life. She worked at State Bank in Quincy. She also worked at area Dunkin Donuts as a clerk, and for the past 5 years at the Essex St., Saugus Dunkin Donuts location. She also had a flair for baking, she worked at the Stop & Shop Bakery in Danvers and formerly the Revere locations.

Kathy was a dedicated mother first and foremost. She treasured her children and embraced every moment with them. She especially loved her role as Nana. She had a vivacious personality and always made people around her laugh. She made friends everywhere she went and her customers at Dunkin Donuts and Stop & Shop loved her as well.

She is the loving & devoted mother of Latia M. Torres of Windsor Locks, CT., Eddy S. Torres of Revere, Chad Callahan of Cape Cod, Ashley L. Scoppettuolo, Carmen G. Scoppettuolo, Tiffany C. Scoppettulo & Samantha J. Scoppettuolo, all of Revere.

Cherished fiancé of Joseph Cobb of Saugus. Adored nana of Koda Leo’n Lumpkin. Loving daughter of the late Mary Callahan. Dear sister of Robert W. “Ian” McFadries & wife Maureen of Ashburnham, Robin Callahan and husband Joe Zambiella of Tyrone, PA, Laurie Angelucci and husband Steve of Deptford Township, NJ, William Michael Brown of Tampa FL & Georgie-Lynn Marie Oursler of Deptford Township, NJ Also loving survived by the Scoppettuolo Family of Revere and many nieces & nephews.

Kathy was also a longtime member of Club 24 in Malden. It was a very special place that was near & dear to her heart.”

Obituary For Margaret (Marge) Aitken Holcombe

This obituary example was self-penned, and is full of humour and reflects the larger-than-life personality of the author.

I died at Hilton Head Hospital from a wide assortment of ailments on Tuesday, August 12, 2014. When a friend facetiously asked if I was writing my obituary before or after I passed away, I told her “Carol, I know my limitations.”

I was born in Paterson, N.J. to Robert Jr. and Isabella Findlay, Aitken, wonderful parents, on January 20, 1930. It was the era of “Children should be seen and not heard” and my sister Heather and I were thought to be deaf mutes for most of our childhood.

After graduation from Paterson Central High school In January, 1948, I took a “summer job” with N.J. Bell Telephone Co. as a stenographer (who could not type — and never could) and ended my 35 years with them as District Manager, Residence Services. I never thought of giving up my day job to attend college because I was making the magnificent sum of $33 a week. With the help of that lavish salary and a couple of scholarships, I was relieved — make that worn out — that I did graduate in four years with a Rutgers BA in social studies with highest honors. I did this by concurrently attending Fairleigh Dickinson, Fordham and Rutgers Universities while holding down a full time job. I hope you won’t think me otiose. (I always wanted to use that word.)

When we retired to the Island in 1984, I volunteered for the Hilton Head Orchestra League, was President of the Port Royal Racquet Club, and served on the Hilton Head Hospital Auxiliary Board. I chaired the hospital’s 1990 Charity Ball and also chaired fund-raising dinners for the hospital. As a board member of the Friends of Hilton Head Library, I initiated the ongoing Book Break series and chaired the 2000 and 2001 events. And you thought I was just another plain face, but very wrinkled.

At the hospital, my volunteer job was to prepare the production reports for one department which I did for 20 years and was just getting the hang of it, when catastrophe struck. I had worked out the calculations by sliding counters along rods on my abacus. One of the important hospital staff spied this little old lady happily working her ancient tool and didn’t feel that it quite projected the image that our hospital wanted — a high tech facility fast-forwarding into modern times. In short order, the abacus was gone (I think to the Smithsonian) and the reports were outsourced to India.

I enjoyed my life and want to thank some of those that made this possible. Topping the list is family and close survivors, the most important, my husband Jack, was always my knight in shinning armour — well, actually my knight in tennis shorts, but for a romantic spin, I’ll go with the armor. He was taken from me suddenly in April, 2014; he’ll live with me forever.

Surviving is my sister, Heather (Emil) Scaglione of Lavallette, N.J. She is funny, warm, overly generous and the best sister, bar none. My adored nieces are Susan (David) Helterban of Sewell, N.J.; Patricia (Robert) O’Herlihy of Ridgewood, N.J.; Roberta Tomlinson of Lavallette, N.J. I’m fortunate to have a special cousin, Dawn (Kurt) Eigenmann of Sun City and lucky, to have inherited stepson, Jon (Charlotte) of Medford, N.J. and stepdaughter Lisa Holcombe of Santa Cruz, California. Lighting up our lives were our “adopted daughters”, Beverly Maloney and Jessica Bevan of Hilton Head. I was blessed with an angel who became my friend and caregiver, Elaine Kellmen.

Carol Mueller of Hilton Head gave new meaning to the word “friend”. She was my personal shopper for everything from greeting cards to clothes. She brought lunch every week and encouraged me to socialize, exercise and get well, generally making a pest of herself. (Kidding, Carol.) I don’t know what I would have done without her and thank goodness I never had to find out.

I am beholden to Burke’s Main Street Pharmacy for letting me use their store as a meeting place with old friends; it was the center of my social life. David, the younger and more handsome (his words) and Tim, the older and more intelligent (his words) of the brothers Burke would ask “Can we help you or would you just like to wander aimlessly?” I chose the latter and came to know their stock better than they did. Our condo looked like Burke’s Annex; I had everything from a simple cane to a wheelchair. When we moved, Burke’s sent my prescriptions right to my door at Seabrook and their friendly delivery man’s knock became the highlight of my day. We’re talking mad social life here.

The Seabrook was a godsend. The services they offered were perfect — I didn’t have to leave the premises. The professional and helpful staff, the friendly atmosphere, makes it a special place. But the jewel of Seabrook is the food, for this “World’s Best Worst Cook” to have the island’s ultimate restaurant available each evening was beyond my wildest dreams. My waistline, if you could find it, was testament to Seabrook’s cuisine.

I’m thankful for the uplifting courses offered by Life Long Learning of Hilton Head Island. I joined LLHHI because just being among them made me seem more intelligent that I was — an easy task. This organization advertises that the courses, are taught by our peers — my peers they weren’t — not even close.

Before coming to the Island, the only thing I wrote were checks. Then the Island Packet, in 1996, asked for comments on how to unclog traffic problems on Rt. 278. I sent in a column that suggested, humorously, that the solution was for drivers to make Right Turns Only.” Thus began a 12 year “career” writing a monthly humor column for the Packet. Fortunately, my editor was David Lauderdale.

Not only is he a talented writer and a superb storyteller, but more importantly a good man. In case I make a return trip here, I want to cover all the bases.

As a surprise for our 35th wedding anniversary, my husband published my first 84 columns in a book titled, May All Your Turns Be Right Ones.” I never made left turns; it took a little longer to get places, but it cut down on the agita. The Hilton Head Rotary Club marketed the book with all proceeds going to their project of building a new home for Deep Well.

Then for my 80th birthday, my spouse had the remaining columns set in a book, cleverly titled, “May All Your Turns Always Be Right Ones.” Again, the Rotary club sold the books with the monies designated to building a new home for Memory Matters. At a Rotary meeting we were invited to attend, Jack and I were shocked and surprised to be presented with a Paul Harris fellowship. We were honored and humbled being aware of how infrequently these fellowships are awarded to Non-Rotarians, I likened it to be second only to receiving the Congressional Medal of Honor. Thank you Hilton Head Rotary.

In 2012, The Girl Scouts of America celebrated their 100th anniversary. Being a Girl Scout added so much to my life. I was honored to be a scout and absolutely thrilled to spend three summer weeks each year at Camp Te Ata in upstate New York. My husband was fascinated when I explained that one of our projects was to start a fire in the woods and heat some stew ingredients (don’t ask) in a tin coffee can. It was a meal to die for, which I’m certain, some campers did. Strange, I never had one request for the “Camp Te Ata” stew recipe.

Everyone thinks that his or her doctor is the best, but I win this contest hands down. My oncologist, Dr. Gary Thomas, who, by the way is a dead ringer for the comic actor, Jim Carrey, is a credit to his profession, and a source of strength to his patients. His staff of angels is incredible. When he called Jack and me to his office to confirm the diagnosis of multiple myeloma, my husband asked if we would see any physical changes in me. He answered, “She’ll probably grow a tail” — Jim Carrey could not have quipped it better. Luckily, Veronica’s Secret assured me that their back-slit hostess skirt was ideally suited for my condition. What a relief.

Dr. Michael Platt, my ideal primary physician for over 20 years is the kind of doctor everyone wishes they had. He is a warm, caring man who takes time with each patient; a superb diagnostician and an all-around good human being. For all these reasons, I call him “Dr. Perfect,” (I’m sure he’s thrilled with that title). Aware of my limited mental capabilities, he scheduled extra time for my visits. Dr. P spoke slowly, drew diagrams using simple stick figures and demonstrated my problem with the full-figured skeleton to help me out. His nurse, Barbara, was always patient and kind. I couldn’t have been in better hands.

A big hug to Dr. Dorian Colorado and the wonderful staff at the Animal Care Clinic. When our 14 year old Cocker Spaniel, Mr. Chips, was failing, Dr. Colorado took him to her home so he would be surrounded by familiar faces and fed him bits of his favorite food. She summoned us to her clinic on a Sunday so the three of us could say our goodbyes with loving last kisses from Chips AND she delivered her first child the next morning. I told Dr. C that when my time comes to be “put down”, she has the job.

The delight of our later years is the already named Natalie-Love-Bug (don’t you love it?) a friendly, huggy-kissy cocker spaniel.

Because our pets give us unconditional love and enrich our lives, I would be honored to have donations made to the Hilton Head Humane Association, P.O. Box 21790, Hilton Head Island, SC, 29925 or Hospice Care of the Lowcountry, PO Box 3827, Bluffton, SC, 29910.

I’ve had a wonderful life and thank you to all who made it so.

Love, Marge

Obituary For Mary Stocks

This obituary is another example of a humorous obituary that shares the wonderful personality of a beloved mother, Mary Stocks.

Pat Stocks, 94, passed away peacefully at her home in bed July 1, 2015.  It is believed it was caused from carrying her oxygen tank up the long flight of stairs to her bedroom that made her heart give out.

She left behind a hell of a lot of stuff to her daughter and sons who have no idea what to do with it.

So if you’re looking for 2 extremely large TV’s from the 90s, a large ceramic stork (we think) umbrella/cane stand, a toaster oven (slightly used) or even a 2001 Oldsmobile with a spoiler (she loved putting the pedal to the metal), with only 71,000 kilometers and 1,000 tools that we aren’t sure what they’re used for.

You should wait the appropriate amount of time and get in touch. Tomorrow would be fine.

This is not an ad for a pawn shop, but an obituary for a great Woman, Mother, Grandmother and Great-Grandmother born on May 12, 1921 in Toronto, the daughter of the late Pop (Alexander C.) and Granny (Annie Nigh) Morris.

She leaves behind a very dysfunctional family that she was very proud of. Pat was world-renowned for her lack of patience, not holding back her opinion and a knack for telling it like it is.

She always told you the truth even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

It was the school of hard knocks and yes we were told many times how she had to walk for miles in a blizzard to get to school, so suck it up. With that said she was genuine to a fault, a pussy cat at heart (or lion) and yet she sugar coated nothing.

Her extensive vocabulary was more than highly proficient at knowing more curse words than most people learned in a lifetime.

She liked four letter words as much as she loved her rock garden and trust us she LOVED to weed that garden with us as her helpers, when child labour was legal or so we were told.

These words of encouragement, wisdom, and sometimes comfort, kept us in line, taught us the “school of hard knocks” and gave us something to pass down to our children.

Everyone always knew where you stood with her. She liked you or she didn’t, it was black or white. As her children we are still trying to figure out which one it was for us (we know she loved us).

She was a master cook in the kitchen. She believed in overcooking everything until it chewed like rubber so you would never get sick because all germs would be nuked.

Freezing germs also worked, so by Friday our school sandwiches were hard and chewy, but totally germ free. All four of us learned to use a napkin.

You would pretend to cough, spit the food into it and thus was born the Stocks diet. If anyone would like a copy of her homemade gravy, we would suggest you don’t.

She will be sorely missed and survived by her brother George Morris, children: Shauna (Stocks) Perreault, Paul/Sandy (Debbie) Stocks and Kirk Stocks, son-in-law Ian Milnes and son from another mother, John McCleery, grandchildren: Lesley (Sean), Lindsay (Lucas), Ashley (James), David (Tia), Brett, Erin (Brian), Sean, Alex, Courtney and Taylor and great-grandchildren: Connor, Emily, Ainsley, Tyler and Jack.

She was preceded in death by her loving husband Paul (Moo) Stocks and eldest daughter Shelley (Stocks) Milnes and beloved pets Tag, Tag, Tag and Tag.

All whom loved her dearly and will never forget her tenacity, wit, charm, grace (when pertinent) and undying love and caring for them.

Please give generously to “in memory”. A private family “Celebration of Life” will be held, in lieu of a service, due to her friends not being able to attend, because they decided to beat her to the Pearly Gates.

Please note her change of address to her new place of residence, St John’s York Mills Anglican Church, 19 Don Ridge Drive, 12 doors away from Shelley’s place.

Obituary For Barbara Bustin Glenn

This obituary for mother, Barbara Glenn, is a touching example of how to celebrate a rich and full life before the onset of Alzheimer’s.

The mother of Mike Glenn, senior pastor of Brentwood Baptist Church, passed away on July 14, 2018 while surrounded by her family, after a long fight with Alzheimer’s and vascular dementia. She was 81.

Barbara Bustin Glenn was born on March 14, 1937 in Laurel, Mississippi, and was preceded in death by her husband of 57 years, John M. Glenn. He worked for 30 years as an instructor for the Army Missile Command at Redstone Arsenal, and owned a television and appliance store in Huntsville, Alabama, and was active in civic affairs having served on the City Council for 12 years. Both John and Barbara Glenn were long time members of University Baptist Church in Huntsville, Alabama.

In 2014, after she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Mike relocated his mother to Nashville so that he and his wife Jeannie could provide more care for her. Mike visited with his mother regularly and frequently wrote about her and her illness in his blog He wrote, “Unless you knew my mom before the illness you really can’t understand how sad this really is.”

‘My mom was the strongest woman I’ve ever met. She wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything. She was a fierce Mama Bear. There are stories I can tell you — like the one when I was little kid and an older kid pulled a knife on me. My mother blew through the kitchen door like a tornado. I think that kid is still running from my mom.”

Until her health condition made it impossible, Mrs. Glenn was active in the life of the church at Brentwood Baptist, working with many ministry efforts including the Nurture Team. She was a gifted musician. Mike said, “her piano playing is the soundtrack of my life.”

Brian Dodridge, executive pastor of Brentwood Baptist Church, said, “The Trustees, church staff, and many members of Brentwood Baptist who love our Pastor share in the loss of Barbara and will grieve along with Mike and his family.”

Mrs. Glenn is survived by her sons, Dr. Michael L. Glenn (Jeannie) and Mitch Glenn; grandsons, Chris Glenn (Deb), Craig Glenn (Nan), Marshall Glenn, Brandon Frazier; three great-granddaughters and one great-grandson. She is also survived by her sisters, Dianne Nowell, Karleen Adams, and Jenny Gibson.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Medical Dental Unit of Brentwood Baptist Church, and an online guestbook is available at

Obituary For Lillian Chapman

This is an example of a simple obituary for a mother.  It shows that writing an obituary does not have to be a complicated task in order to convey how many people will miss a beloved mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.

At her home Orillia with family at her side on Thursday March 1st, 2018 in her 84th year. 

Lillian Chapman beloved wife of the late Stanley Chapman.   Much loved mother of Bill Crosbie,  Tina Larsen and Angela Black (Barry).  Cherished grandmother of Adam (Amanda), Christopher, Jennifer (Chris), Jaime (Chris), Amanda (Jason) and Barry (Catherine). 

Great grandmother of Faith, Julia Makayla, Dean, Lily and Mason, Malie, Tatum and Willa. Daughter of the late Lewis and Louise Walton.  

Dear sister of John Walton (Carol), Lorne Walton (Elsie), Lynda Cellini (Tony) and the late Louise Walton. Remembered by her many nieces and nephews.

Visitation will be held at the Simcoe Funeral Home 38 James Street E. Orillia on Tuesday March 6th from 12 noon until time of funeral services in the chapel at 2 p.m. 

A reception and time of visitation will follow until 6:00 p.m. Lil was most comfortable in her jeans.  Please honour her by wearing yours if you choose on this day.

As an expression of sympathy memorial donations may be made to the Gideon Bible Memorial Plan. Messages of condolence are welcomed at

Obituary For Anne Margaret Pybus

This example of an obituary for a mother paints a vivid picture of a woman who lived an interesting life and who left a lasting legacy.

With profound sadness we announce the passing of Anne, our loving and devoted mother and friend to all whose lives she touched, on March 25, 2018.

She left us while sleeping peacefully at her residence in Markham, Ontario. She was in her 99th year.

Born in Saltburn-by-the-Sea, Yorkshire, England, she witnessed incredible changes to her world, having served in the Women’s Auxiliary Force of the RAF during WW2 as an ambulance driver transporting wounded soldiers from the battlefields near the English Channel to the hospitals in London.

During the war she met her loving husband Ronald Pybus, who also served with the RAF in 212 Squadron. Married in England in 1946, they immigrated to Canada in 1947, settling in Toronto.  

She was the beloved mother of Keith (Susan) and James (Michele), proud grandmother of Jeff, Shannon, Erin, Lia and Jillian.

Predeceased by her devoted husband Ron, sister Phyllis, brothers Nick, Joseph, Robert, Albert, John, Matthew and Frederick.

Anne lived a full life as a wonderful mother, homemaker and worker in the retail and manufacturing sector.

She loved to cook, kept an immaculate house, was highly skilled with knitting needles and crochet hooks, and enjoyed her weekly outings to the local bowling alley. A farm girl at heart, gardening was also a passion.

Most of all she loved her family and instilled in her sons strong values that have served them well. She will be dearly missed and forever in our hearts.

A celebration of Anne’s life will be held at Amica Swan Lake, 6360 16thAvenue, Markham, Ontario on Friday, March 30, 2018 beginning at 2 p.m.

Flowers or donations to the Heart and Stroke Foundation are welcome. Online condolences may be expressed through

Obituary Examples For Dads

Obituary For Aaron Joseph Purmort

This dad decided to write his own obituary, injecting it with the humour that he was known for.  It is a great example to get inspiration from if your dad had a larger-than-life personality.

Purmort, Aaron Joseph age 35, died peacefully at home on

November 25 after complications from a radioactive spider bite that led to years of crime-fighting and a years-long battle with a nefarious criminal named Cancer, who has plagued our society for far too long.

Civilians will recognize him best as Spider-Man, and thank him for his many years of service protecting our city.

His family knew him only as a kind and mild-mannered Art Director, a designer of websites and t-shirts and concert posters, who always had the right cardigan and the right thing to say (even if it was wildly inappropriate). Aaron was known for his long, entertaining stories, which he loved to repeat often.

In high school, he was in the band The Asparagus Children, which reached critical acclaim in the northern suburbs. As an adult, he graduated from the College of Visual Arts (which also died an untimely death recently) and worked in several agencies around Minneapolis, settling in as an Interactive Associate Creative Director at Colle + McVoy. Aaron was a comic book aficionado, a pop-culture encyclopedia and always the most fun person at any party.

He is survived by his parents Bill and Kim Kuhlmeyer, father Mark Purmort (Patricia, Autumn, Aly), sisters Erika and Nicole, first wife Gwen Stefani, current wife Nora and their son Ralph, who will grow up to avenge his father’s untimely death.

Obituary For Chris Connors

When Chris’ daughter Caitlin decided to write a funny obituary for her dad, she never thought it would go viral. This is a great example of how to inject your loved one’s personality into his obituary.

Irishman Dies from Stubbornness, Whiskey

Chris Connors died, at age 67, after trying to box his bikini-clad hospice nurse just moments earlier.

Ladies man, game slayer, and outlaw Connors told his last inappropriate joke on Friday, December 9, 2016, that which cannot be printed here.

Anyone else fighting ALS and stage 4 pancreatic cancer would have gone quietly into the night, but Connors was stark naked drinking Veuve in a house full of friends and family as Al Green played from the speakers.

The way he died is just like he lived: he wrote his own rules, he fought authority and he paved his own way. And if you said he couldn’t do it, he would make sure he could.

Most people thought he was crazy for swimming in the ocean in January; for being a skinny Irish Golden Gloves boxer from Quincy, Massachusetts; for dressing up as a priest and then proceeding to get into a fight at a Jewish deli.

Many gawked at his start of a career on Wall Street without a financial background — but instead with an intelligent, impish smile, love for the spoken word, irreverent sense of humor, and stunning blue eyes that could make anyone fall in love with him.

As much as people knew hanging out with him would end in a night in jail or a killer screwdriver hangover, he was the type of man that people would drive 16 hours at the drop of a dime to come see.

He lived 1000 years in the 67 calendar years we had with him because he attacked life; he grabbed it by the lapels, kissed it, and swung it back onto the dance floor.

At the age of 26 he planned to circumnavigate the world — instead, he ended up spending 40 hours on a life raft off the coast of Panama.

In 1974, he founded the Quincy Rugby Club. In his thirties, he sustained a knife wound after saving a woman from being mugged in New York City.

He didn’t slow down: at age 64, he climbed to the base camp of Mount Everest. Throughout his life, he was an accomplished hunter and birth control device tester (with some failures, notably Caitlin Connors, 33; Chris Connors, 11; and Liam Connors, 8).

He was a rare combination of someone who had a love of life and a firm understanding of what was important — the simplicity of living a life with those you love.

Although he threw some of the most memorable parties during the greater half of a century, he would trade it all for a night in front of the fire with his family in Maine.

His acute awareness of the importance of a life lived with the ones you love over any material possession was only handicapped by his territorial attachment to the remote control of his Sonos music.

Chris enjoyed cross dressing, a well-made fire, and mashed potatoes with lots of butter. His regrets were few, but include eating a rotisserie hot dog from an unmemorable convenience store in the summer of 1986.

Of all the people he touched, both willing and unwilling, his most proud achievement in life was marrying his wife Emily Ayer Connors who supported him in all his glory during his heyday, and lovingly supported him physically during their last days together.

Absolut vodka and Simply Orange companies are devastated by the loss of Connors. A “Celebration of Life” will be held during Happy Hour (4 p.m.) at York Harbor Inn on Monday, December 19.

Obituary For Harry Weathersby Stamps

Amanda Lewis, Harry Stamp’s daughter, decided to giver her dad a send-off with a touching obituary that will be remembered for quite some time.

Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies’ man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.

Harry was locally sourcing his food years before chefs in California starting using cilantro and arugula (both of which he hated).

For his signature bacon and tomato sandwich, he procured 100% all white Bunny Bread from Georgia, Blue Plate mayonnaise from New Orleans, Sauer’s black pepper from Virginia, home grown tomatoes from outside Oxford, and Tennessee’s Benton bacon from his bacon-of-the-month subscription.

As a point of pride, he purported to remember every meal he had eaten in his 80 years of life.

The women in his life were numerous. He particularly fancied smart women. He loved his mom Wilma Hartzog (deceased), who with the help of her sisters and cousins in New Hebron reared Harry after his father Walter’s death when Harry was 12.

He worshipped his older sister Lynn Stamps Garner (deceased), a character in her own right, and her daughter Lynda Lightsey of Hattiesburg.

He married his main squeeze Ann Moore, a home economics teacher, almost 50 years ago, with whom they had two girls Amanda Lewis of Dallas, and Alison of Starkville.

He taught them to fish, to select a quality hammer, to love nature, and to just be thankful. He took great pride in stocking their tool boxes. One of his regrets was not seeing his girl, Hillary Clinton, elected President.

He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini glasses garnished with cornbread.

He excelled at growing camellias, rebuilding houses after hurricanes, rocking, eradicating mole crickets from his front yard, composting pine needles, living within his means, outsmarting squirrels, never losing a game of competitive sickness, and reading any history book he could get his hands on.

He loved to use his oversized “old man” remote control, which thankfully survived Hurricane Katrina, to flip between watching The Barefoot Contessa and anything on The History Channel.

He took extreme pride in his two grandchildren Harper Lewis (8) and William Stamps Lewis (6) of Dallas for whom he would crow like a rooster on their phone calls.

As a former government and sociology professor for Gulf Coast Community College, Harry was thoroughly interested in politics and religion and enjoyed watching politicians act like preachers and preachers act like politicians.

He was fond of saying a phrase he coined “I am not running for political office or trying to get married” when he was  “speaking the truth.”

He also took pride in his service during the Korean conflict, serving the rank of corporal — just like Napolean, as he would say.

Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at the Sam’s on Highway 49, and a pair of old school Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap.

Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina. He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent. Many years later he purchased a used pop-up camper for his family to travel in style, which spoiled his daughters for life.

He despised phonies, his 1969 Volvo (which he also loved), know-it-all Yankees, Southerners who used the words “veranda” and “porte cochere” to put on airs, eating grape leaves, Law and Order (all franchises), cats, and Martha Stewart.

In reverse order. He particularly hated Day Light Saving Time, which he referred to as The Devil’s Time. It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final protest.

Because of his irrational fear that his family would throw him a golf-themed funeral despite his hatred for the sport, his family will hold a private, family only service free of any type of “theme.”

Visitation will be held at Bradford-O’Keefe Funeral Home, 15th Street, Gulfport on Monday, March 11, 2013 from 6-8 p.m.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make a donation to Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College (Jeff Davis Campus) for their library. Harry retired as Dean there and was very proud of his friends and the faculty. He taught thousands and thousands of Mississippians during his life.

The family would also like to thank the Gulfport Railroad Center dialysis staff who took great care of him and his caretaker Jameka Stribling.

Finally, the family asks that in honor of Harry that you write your Congressman and ask for the repeal of Day Light Saving Time. Harry wanted everyone to get back on the Lord’s Time.

Obituary For Jim Schinneller

The family of artist Jim Schinneller made his obituary funny by using an silly picture of the back of his head.  In a news interview, his family said:  “He liked to buck the system.  He enjoyed showing people how absurd life was.”

Passed in peace at the age of 81. Preceded in death by his wife, Barbara. Dear friend and companion of Gloria Bosben. Former husband and cherished friend of Betty Jane.

Loving father of Jim Jr. (Judy), Nancy (Dennis) Barkow, Diane (Al) Colla and Dave (Amy) Schinneller. Stepfather of Erick, Jeff and Brian Skarvan.

Proud grandfather of Jackie (Jeremy), Jamie (Sam), Jon, Amber and Misty. Great-grandfather of Jackson and Ethan.

Brother of Mary Agnes Benson and the late John Schinneller. Further survived by nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.

James will be fondly remembered by family and friends as a loving father, distinguished professor of fine arts, published author, humorist, environmentalist, champion of social consciousness, proud patriot and US Navy veteran.

Obituary For William Ralph “Bill” Fink

Bill’s younger brother Mathew, and two of his close friends, wrote this comical and tech-laden obituary celebrating his life as a computer programmer.

Let it be known that on this cycle, program William Ralph “Bill” Fink, 46, of Belleville, IL, born July 28, 1969, in Belleville, IL, encountered an unhandled exception in his core operating system, which prematurely triggered a critical STOP condition on Wednesday, December 16, 2015.

Bill was an avid technophile, program developer, and educator, whose master functions were harnessed by Microsoft Corp. as a technical evangelist. 

Some of Bill’s most impactful component subroutines centered around video games, coaching youth sports, building elaborate displays for Halloween, and spending time with family.

Bill is survived in legacy by his wife, Rhonda Michele, nee Gardiner, Fink of Belleville, IL; his children, Cassidy Gardiner and William John Fink of Belleville, IL; his parents, William and Nancy, nee Kaiser, Fink of Las Vegas, NV; his brothers, Michael and Matthew (Kelly) Fink of Las Vegas, NV; and a host of loving in-laws, nieces and nephews, cousins, and longtime friends from around the world.

Memorials may be made to the family, c/o Rhonda Fink.  Condolences may be expressed to the family online at

Diagnostics indicated multiple cascading hardware failures as the root problem. 

Though his hardware has been decommissioned, Bill’s application has been migrated to the Cloud and has been repurposed to run in a virtual machine on an infinite loop. 

Obituary Examples For Soldiers

Obituary For John A. Hottell

This self-penned obituary was written by a man who spent many happy years being part of the army.  He says it “ it nurtured me, and it gave me the most satisfying years of my life”.

I am writing my own obituary for several reasons, and I hope none of them are too trite.

First, I would like to spare my friends, who may happen to read this, the usual clichés about being a good soldier. They were all kind enough to me and I not enough to them.

Second, I would not want to be a party to perpetuation of an image that is harmful and inaccurate: “glory” is the most meaningless of concepts, and I feel that in some cases it is doubly damaging.

And thirdly, I am quite simply the last authority on my own death.

I loved the Army: it reared me, it nurtured me, and it gave me the most satisfying years of my life. Thanks to it I have lived an entire lifetime in 26 years. It is only fitting that I should die in its service. We all have but one death to spend, and insofar as it can have any meaning it finds it in the service of comrades-in-arms.

And yet, I deny that I died FOR anything – not my Country, not my Army, not my fellow man, none of these things. I LIVED for these things, and the manner in which I chose to do it involved the very real chance that I would die in the execution of my duties.

I knew this, and accepted it, but my love for West Point and the Army was great enough – and the promise that I would someday be able to serve all the ideals that meant anything to me through it was great enough – for me to accept this possibility as a part of a price which must be paid for all things of great value. If there is nothing worth dying for – in this sense – there is nothing worth living for.

The Army let me live in Japan, Germany, and England with experiences in all of these places that others only dream about. I have skied in the Alps, killed a scorpion in my tent camping in Turkey, climbed Mount Fuji, visited the ruins of Athens, Ephesus, and Rome, seen the town of Gordium where another Alexander challenged his destiny, gone to the Opera in Munich, plays in the West End of London, seen the Oxford- Cambridge rugby match, gone for pub crawls through the Cotswolds, seen the night-life in Hamburg, danced to the Rolling Stones, and earned a master’s degree in a foreign university.

I have known what it is like to be married to a fine and wonderful woman and to love her beyond bearing with the sure knowledge that she loves me; I have commanded a company and been a father, priest, income-tax advisor, confessor, and judge for 200 men at one time; I have played college football and rugby, won the British National Diving Championship two years in a row, boxed for Oxford against Cambridge only to be knocked out in the first round and played handball to distraction – and all of these sports I loved, I learned at West Point. They gave me hours of intense happiness.

I have been an exchange student at the German Military Academy, and gone to the German Jumpmaster School, I have made thirty parachute jumps from everything from a balloon in England to a jet at Fort Bragg. I have written an article that was published in Army magazine, and I have studied philosophy.

I have experienced all these things because I was in the Army and because I was an Army brat. The Army is my life, it is such a part of what I was that what happened is the logical outcome of the life I lived.

I never knew what it is to fail, I never knew what it is to be too old or too tired to do anything. I lived a full life in the Army, and it has exacted the price. It is only just.

Obituary For Arielle Keyes-Oliver

This obituary is an example of how to honour a young woman who had recently joined the military.

Passed away tragically, at CFB Petawawa on Saturday, October 25th, 2008 at 19 years of age.

Arielle is sadly missed by her loving parents, Diane and David; her beloved sister Tressa; cherished grandparents, Ken and Catherine Richardson of Cambridge, Doug and Eileen Oliver of Grey County, and her special friend Antoine Trabulsi. She will be forever remembered by her many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.

Arielle was born in Cambridge, graduated from KCI in Kitchener and was attending Carleton University in Ottawa. Among her many interests were music, horseback riding and kickboxing. Arielle was a Sea Cadet at #94 Warspite in Kitchener for five years and next month would have been her two year anniversary in the Army. She attained her Gunner’s Hat Badge this past summer. Arielle was involved in three regiments, the Highland Fusiliers of Cambridge, and the 11th and 30th Field Regiments of the Royal Canadian Artillery.

Friends are invited to share their memories of Arielle with her family during visitation at the Erb & Good Family Funeral Home, 171 King Street South, Waterloo, on Thursday, October 30, from 2-4 and 7-9 pm and Friday, October 31 from 2-4 and 7-9 pm. The funeral service will be held at Waterloo Pentecostal Assembly, 395 King Street North, Waterloo on Saturday, November 1, 2008 at 11:00 am. Interment will follow at Parkview Cemetery, Waterloo.

Condolences for the family and donations to a Memorial Scholarship Fund in Arielle’s name at Carleton Unversity may be arranged by calling the funeral home at 519-745-8445 or or on-line

In living memory of Arielle, a donation will be made to the Trees for Learning Program by the funeral home.

Obituary For Bill Speakman

This obituary example shines light on years of service and sacrifice as a soldier.

As a rank-and-file professional soldier, Bill Speakman, who has died aged 90, won the Victoria Cross in the Korean war with a sustained display of indomitable personal bravery of a kind no writer of fiction would have dared to invent. He spent much of his later life trying with varied success to live down the resulting fame.

War broke out in divided Korea in June 1950, when the communist north invaded the western-backed south by crossing the 38th parallel of latitude which was the provisional border between them.

Korea, a Japanese colony since 1910, was divided in 1945 between the Soviet Union in the north and US forces in the south.

Protracted negotiations failed to reunify the two segments and the north made its bid to overrun the south. At first the massed northern troops carried all before them and all but expelled the smaller, ill-prepared southern army and its US reinforcements from the entire peninsula.

But the American General Douglas MacArthur was appointed commander-in-chief of UN forces in Korea in July and led a daring counterattack. A temporary boycott of the UN security council meant there could be no Soviet veto of the American proposal for UN intervention. British and Commonwealth units with other allied troops joined in. The US Marines made a bold amphibious landing at Incheon, near the southern capital of Seoul, and allied forces then advanced north to the Chinese border, whereupon the Chinese army entered the war and forced them back to the 38th parallel.

It was during one of many large-scale counterattacks by the Chinese during this to-and-fro phase that Private Speakman, a Black Watch soldier temporarily attached to the 1st battalion of the King’s Own Scottish Borderers, was acting as a runner for B company, positioned on a ridge known as Hill 217 at the beginning of November 1951.

The battalion came under fierce artillery fire in its exposed position. The Chinese then sent in 6,000 infantry troops, advancing in waves on B company. At dusk the company’s position looked hopeless, but Speakman, who was imposing and well-built at 6ft 6in tall, decided otherwise. Filling his pouches and all available pockets with the hand grenades he had been priming, he rose to his feet. Asked where he thought he was going, Speakman was reported as saying, in contemporary speech: “I’m going to shift some of them bloody Chinks.”

Standing in the dark, he pelted the attackers with grenade after grenade, aiming at their rifle flashes, pausing only to return to refill his pockets. Inspired by his actions, six men then joined him in a concerted drive to clear the ridge of the enemy.

It seemed only a bullet could stop the furious defender. Yet even that was insufficient: he was indeed shot – in a leg and again in the shoulder – but, directly ordered to seek medical help, he went back to the fight when the medics were not looking. His rage reached new heights when a medic treating a comrade was shot and killed. He and his friends were finally reduced to throwing stones, ration tins and even, the legend has it, beer bottles (their contents had been used to cool gun barrels) before a final charge cleared the ridge and the remnants of the company could withdraw.

The citation for the VC said he had imposed enormous losses on the enemy and saved the lives of many of his comrades as they withdrew. It was the first such award to be presented by the Queen, shortly after she came to the throne.

Bill was born in Altrincham, Cheshire (now Greater Manchester) to Hannah Speakman, an unmarried domestic servant; he never knew his father and she never named him. About seven years later she married Herbert Houghton, a veteran of the first world war, who became his stepfather. Bill left Wellington Road secondary school in Timperley aged 14 and held various ordinary jobs before volunteering for the Scottish Black Watch regiment at the age of 17 near the end of the second world war, seeing service in Germany, Italy and Hong Kong. Returning to Germany in 1950, he volunteered for Korea and was detached to the King’s Own Scottish Borderers.

A month after he received his VC, Speakman returned to Korea at his own request, to get away from all the adulation. Demobilised in 1953, the year the Korean war ended in an armistice, he could not settle down to civilian life without qualifications and volunteered for the army again, to fight the communist insurrection in Malaya. In 1955 he served for a short period with the SAS, rejoining the King’s Own Scottish Borderers when they arrived in Malaya and rising to his final rank of sergeant.

He left the army after 22 years in 1968, the year following his arrest in Edinburgh for stealing £104 from a woman’s purse. He received an absolute discharge after repaying the stolen sum in full: his decoration probably saved him from prison.

Once again unable to settle down into civilian life, the “beer-bottle VC” tried various jobs, sold his medals to raise money, and was married and divorced three times, fathering seven children, all of whom survive him.

He emigrated to South Africa, called himself Speakman-Pitt for a while, returned to Britain and spent a year as a pensioner at the Royal Hospital, Chelsea, before going back to South Africa for a second time. Eventually he returned to Altrincham before retiring permanently as a Chelsea pensioner in 2015.

Obituary For Joy Lofthouse

This is an obituary of a woman who lived an extraordinary life.  She was one of 164 female pilots during the second world war.  It’s a fascinating example of an obituary for a member of the military.

In 1943 Joy Lofthouse, a 20-year-old bank cashier, replied to an advertisement she had seen in the Aeroplane magazine. It was for women to train for the Air Transport Auxiliary (ATA), and although the competition was intense her application was successful.

As a result she went on to become one of 164 female pilots during the second world war who were given the important job of ferrying military planes around the UK from one air base to another.

Lofthouse, who has died aged 94, showed great aptitude for flying. Her first solo flight was in a Miles Magister, an open, low-winged monoplane. After qualifying, her initial work focused on delivering Magisters and Tiger Moth biplanes to flying schools. Later she moved on to fighter planes, including Spitfires.

She was born Joyce Gough, always known as Joy, in Cirencester, Gloucestershire. Her father was a professional footballer who later became a hairdresser, and her mother was a dressmaker. Educated at Cirencester grammar school, both Joy and her older sister, Yvonne, were dedicated to sport in general and to tennis in particular. Joy began working in the local Lloyds bank just as war broke out.

But she had greater ambitions than to be a cashier, and sought inspiration in the pages of the Aeroplane magazine, the journal whose then editor had proclaimed that “the menace is the woman who thinks she ought to be flying a high-speed bomber when she really has not the intelligence to scrub the floor of a hospital properly”.

When Joy applied to the ATA she had no idea that Yvonne had also put in an application, just before her. Both were successful and served together until the end of the war.

As a flying member of the female section of the ATA – which also had 1,153 men in its employ – Lofthouse was one of what the press liked to call the Attagirls, working on pay rates equal to those of the men. That there was a women’s section and that it attracted pilots from around the world was substantially due to the efforts, before and during the war, of their senior commander, Pauline Gower.

The pilots’ work expanded rapidly from the transport of medical supplies and personnel to ferrying fighters and bombers to bases around the country. For Lofthouse this meant a posting to Hamble, near Southampton, in 1944.

Alongside workaday aircraft she also flew more spectacular machines. There were Hawker Tempest Vs, North American Mustangs and Supermarine Spitfires, all 400mph fighters. She flew a total of 18 types of aircraft – relying on a map and the view out of the cockpit for navigation – but the Spitfire was her enduring favourite.

By 1945 she completed training for twin-engined planes, only to quit the ATA after the end of the war; it was wound up that November.

In 1946 EC Cheeseman’s book, Brief Glory: The Story of ATA, was published, listing, on page 230, “Third Officer Gough, Joyce, Miss”. But jobs for women pilots were then practically nonexistent, and she had to turn to other things.

After the war she married Jiri Hartman, a Czech Spitfire pilot whom she had first encountered while working at Lloyds. The marriage ended in divorce in 1966.

Two years later, while training to become a teacher in Portsmouth, she met Charles Lofthouse, a former bomber pilot who had been held at Stalag Luft III prison camp in what is now Poland, where he had worked on preparations for the 1944 Great Escape.

They married in 1971, by which time he was a headteacher and she was teaching children with special needs.

It was only towards the end of the 20th century that the scale of the achievement of women such as Lofthouse began to be appreciated. Throughout her life she retained her links with her former female comrades in the ATA and attended many reunions.

In 1990 she met young women aspiring to be RAF pilots at Biggin Hill, and in 2008 she was a recipient of a commemorative badge for the Attagirls issued by the government. She was also a patron of the Fly2Help charity, which encourages young people to take up flying.

In 2015, at Goodwood in Sussex, she took to the air in a (dual-control) Spitfire for the first time in 70 years.

She and Charles retired to Cirencester. He died in 2002. She is survived by a son, Peter, and a daughter, Lyn, from her first marriage, and a grandson. Another son from that marriage, Michael, died in 2008.

Obituary For Harold Thomas Bushey Sr.

This example of an obituary for a soldier is uplifting and speaks to a life well-lived.

After serving during war, many veterans find themselves eager to return to civilian life and move on from their experiences as quickly as possible.

But not Harold Bushey.

After he returned from World War II, the 98-year-old Mt. Lebanon resident built a life around helping other veterans and continuing his service.

Mr. Bushey, the longtime director of the Veterans Administration Regional Office in Pittsburgh, died Friday, surrounded by his family in hospice care.

“My father was such a positive man, he was making plans up till the end,” said his daughter, Kathleen Prentiss, 67, of Mt. Lebanon.

Born in Harlem, New York City, Mr. Bushey moved as a child with his family to the north shore of Long Island, where his father found work as a butcher. After graduating from high school, he went to work at a movie theater before being drafted into the Army in 1941.

As a young sergeant major, Mr. Bushey was stationed aboard the ships Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth as they transported thousands of troops to Europe for the war effort.

After the war, he contemplated whether to return as manager of the theater — where his job was waiting.

“He was the youngest manager of the theater and when he was drafted, they sent him money and saved his job,” Mrs. Prentiss said. “They hoped he would come back after the war.”

The decision was complicated by his new role as husband and father.

During leave in 1942, Mr. Bushey met Marylynn Basuino, whom he married in May 1943. The couple had been married for 57 years in 2000, when Mrs. Bushey died.

“He went to a USO dance and when he walked into the club, one of my mother’s sisters whistled at him,” Mrs. Prentiss said. “That’s how they met.”

Acting on the advice of a fellow soldier, Mr. Bushey applied for a federal job and was accepted by the VA office in Pittsburgh.

“He got the job in Pittsburgh and my mom cried like crazy,” when they decided to move away, Mrs. Prentiss said.

The Busheys bought a home in Dormont, where they raised four children, before moving to Mt. Lebanon in 1965.

In the meantime, Mr. Bushey enlisted in the Army Reserve and took advantage of the GI Bill to go to night school and earn a bachelor’s degree at the University of Pittsburgh, followed by a master’s degree in business administration. He also taught as an adjunct professor at Pitt’s Graduate School of Public and International Affairs.

Mr. Bushey served in the reserves until 1981 and twice was awarded the Legion of Merit for meritorious conduct — first during WWII and again after his retirement from the reserves.

At the VA, Mr. was personnel manager before being promoted to director in 1971 — a post he held until his retirement in 1997.

In that role, Mr. Bushey was recognized with many awards — his daughter said they filled two rooms in his home — but his proudest moments were probably off the radar, said friend and colleague Jerry Serrino of North Strabane.

“I was a personnel trainee at the VA Medical Center when we met,” said Mr. Serrino, who knew Mr. Bushey for 47 years — 28 of them spent working with him. “I wrote a paper on Affirmative Action and he was a pioneer in that effort within the federal government. He was doing it before there was a hard push to do it.”

During the Kennedy administration, Mr. Bushey was sent to Southern states to help them implement John F. Kennedy’s 1961 executive order requiring government contractors to hire people “without regard to their race, creed, color, or national origin.”

“My father was sent to make sure [minorities] were being treated fairly,” Mrs. Prentiss said. “And he was warned of the danger.”

Mr. Bushey also worked locally to ensure fair hiring practices within his own office, sometimes bending the rules to hire qualified African-Americans.

“When we would have a vacancy he was always looking to see if we could get a minority,” Mr. Serrino said. “Even when there weren’t vacancies, he would circumvent the system to fit them into jobs. Because he did these things, he developed a reputation in the community, and people saw that it wasn’t just lip service.”

He also worked with leaders in the local black community to help applicants navigate the often cumbersome application process for a federal job, and kept an off-the-books list of how many minorities were hired by various departments in his office.

“It really concerned him, that everybody should have equal opportunity,” Mr. Serrino said. “He was one of the best people I’ve ever known.”

His secret to a long and happy life was simple, Mrs. Prentiss said.

“Martinis and positive thinking,” she said.

Along with his daughter, Mr. Bushey is survived by a son, Tom Bushey, of Imperial; eight grandchildren; 11 great-grandchildren; and a great-great-grandchild.

He was preceded in death by a daughter Claudia Bushey King; and a son, Michael Damian Bushey.

Visitation is from 2 to 4 p.m. and 6 to 8 p.m. Wednesday at Beinhauer Funeral Home, 2630 W. Liberty Ave., Dormont. The funeral Mass will be celebrated at 10:30 a.m. Thursday at St. Winifred Church, 550 Sleepy Hollow Road, Mt. Lebanon. Interment with full military honors will immediately follow at Queen of Heaven Cemetery in Peters.

The family suggests donations be made to the USO at


Obituary Examples For Grandmothers

Obituary For Toni Alice Conley Hamm

This is a wonderful example of an obituary that highlights a mother’s and grandmother’s love for her family.

Mrs. Toni Alice Conley Hamm, age 79, of Morehead, passed away Friday evening, February 23, 2018, at her residence.

She was born March 20, 1938, in Carter County, a daughter of the late Luther and Nancy Jane Sparks Conley.

Alice was preceded in death by her husband of 62 years, Willie Hamm; three sons, Mike Hamm, Robbie Hamm, and Harold Hamm; two daughters, Frances Jane Jones and Freda Mae Hamm; three grandchildren, Brent Carter, Willie Joe Hamm and Avery Hamm; one brother, Roy Conley; and five sisters, Dorothy Sue Newell, Della Mae Lewis, Helen Brown, Opal Conley and Nellie Patrick.

She was a member of Haldeman Church of God, and a homemaker.  She enjoyed arts, crafts and spending time with her children and grandchildren.

Alice is survived by four sons and two daughters-in-law, Timothy Joe Hamm (Janie) of Morehead, Clarence Edgar Hamm of Soldier, Ben Casey Hamm (Janet) of Owingsville, and Jessie Ray Hamm of Soldier; five daughters and one son-in-law, Sharon Jane Hamm of Olive Hill, Carol Hamm of Morehead, Loretta Lynn Herron of Grayson, Mabel Pelfrey of Soldier, and Tina Walton (Bobby) of Soldier; several grandchildren; several great grandchildren; and one sister, Louise Bowling of Anderson, Indiana. She also leaves many other family members and friends who will sadly miss her.

Funeral service will be held 2 p.m. Tuesday, February 27, 2018, at Globe Funeral Chapel in Olive Hill, with Brother Don Rivers and Brother Bobby Day officiating. Burial will follow in the Hamm Cemetery in Soldier.

Visitation is from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Monday, February 26, 2018 and after 9 a.m. on Tuesday, at the funeral home.

Alice’s family will serve as pallbearers.

Condolences may be sent to the family at

Obituary For Kathleen Mary Jiles

Have you been tasked with writing an obituary for a mother and grandmother?  This is a fine example that you can take inspiration from.

Mom, Grandma, Auntie Kay, passed away peacefully at Delta Hospital at the age of 93 years.

Born and raised in Regina, Sask., she lived in small town Milestone eventually moving westward to Ladner, B.C. in 1973.

Mom was wonderfully devoted to her 7 children David (Carol), Mary Ellen (Denny), Arleen (Rob), Kathy (Neil), Patty (Peter), Mark (Marie Claude) and Laureen.

She was a loving Grandmother to Ally, Taylor, Davis, Raeleen, Ross, Andrea, Ellee, Jaideen, Jared, Alyssa, Kaylyn, and Sara and an Aunt to numerous nieces and nephews.

Our mother was busy, raising children, volunteering at the church and eventually going back to work.

She spent 33 years with the Royal Bank, finishing her career at the Tsawwassen branch, where she was well known and admired.

In her retirement, she was active with the Royal Bank pensioners, organizing their annual Christmas lunch.

Mom was a sports and music enthusiast watching her children and grandchildren on the playing fields, ice rinks and theatres. She was a loyal Saskatchewan Roughriders fan.

Mom was a devoted but questioning Roman Catholic, who spent countless hours volunteering at Sacred Heart Parish.

She led by example. There was never a job too large or too small that she would not tackle.

Mom was a strong, determined and fiercely independent woman. We will miss her every day.

Special thanks to the wonderful doctors and nurses at Delta Hospital and to our sisters Mary Ellen and Arleen who provided invaluable care to Mom for many years.

A private family memorial will be held at Gardens of Gethsemani.

Obituary For Pearl Greenberg

We love this obituary of an extraordinary woman who was “always intellectually ahead of her time, and a forward thinker.”  If your loved one who has just passed was also extraordinary, use this obituary as an example of how to acknowledge her (or his) accomplishments.

GREENBERG, Pearl (nee Cohen) December 23, 1919 – July 13, 2018

At the age of 98, Loving Mother to five children – Sheila Greenberg Smith (deceased – Walter Saltzberg, deceased), Alan Greenberg (Karen Somerville), Jan Greenberg Jones, Lisa Greenberg Shipley, Mischa (Ruth) Greenberg.

Predeceased by father I. Lewis Cohen, mother Anne Cohen and brothers Ivan and George.

Beloved Bubby to 7 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren.

Pearl was always intellectually ahead of her time, and a forward thinker. She was a political activist and held many global views. Along with her parents she was instrumental in helping to establish the CCF political party (now the NDP).

Pearl was an avid bridge teacher and bridge player. Pearl was recipient of the Volunteer of the Year award from Jewish Family Services.

She will be missed by family and numerous friends.

A special thank you to Sophia Morabe for your loving kindness and caring of Pearl.

Graveside service will be held on Tuesday July 17, 1:00, at Jewish Memorial Gardens, 2692 Bank Street. Shiva will be held on Tuesday July 17 from 7:00-9:00 p.m. and Wednesday, July 18 from 2-4 and 7-9 at 824 Iroquois Rd.

Donations to Jewish Family Services or Feeding Program at Hillel Lodge will be gratefully appreciated.

Obituary For Dr. Leila Denmark

Here’s another example of an obituary for an extraordinary woman.  Not only was Dr. Leila Denmark a retired paediatrician at the time of her death, she was also a beloved mother and grandmother.

Dr. Leila Daughtry Denmark, retired paediatrician and one of the world’s oldest people, died April 1, 2012 at the home of her daughter in Athens, Georgia.

Dr. Denmark was born on February 1, 1898 in Portal, GA in Bulloch County, the third of the twelve children of Elerbee and Alice Hendricks Daughtry.

She was predeceased by her husband, John Eustace Denmark; sisters, Eva, Myrtice, Ruth, Pearl, and Kathleen; and brothers, Arthur, Grady, Reedy, Clyde, Curtis, and George.

Dr. Denmark completed high school at the First District A and M School in Statesboro, now Georgia Southern University. She attended Bessie Tift College and graduated in 1922 and did further college work at Mercer University.

Following two years of teaching high school science, she enrolled in the Medical College of the University of Georgia, now the Medical College of Georgia, receiving her M.D. degree there in 1928.

Shortly after graduation she married Mr. Denmark and moved to Atlanta where, following some volunteer work in hospital wards at Grady Hospital and at the Central Presbyterian Church Baby Clinic, she became the first resident of the newly opened Henrietta Egleston Hospital for Children, now Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta, and admitted its first patient.

Following the birth of her daughter, Mary, Dr. Denmark opened her practice of pediatrics in her home in Atlanta in 1931 and continued in practice until her retirement in 2001 at the age of 103.

At the time of her retirement she was the oldest practicing physician in the United States.

Besides her devotion to her patients over a period of more than seventy years, Dr. Denmark enjoyed her family, going to the opera, gardening, sewing, reading, and he occasional game of golf.

Over the years Dr. Denmark received a number of awards and some of these are the Fisher Award in 1935 for outstanding research in diagnosis, treatment, and immunization of whooping cough; selection as Atlanta’s Woman of the Year in 1953; alumni awards from Tift College, Mercer University, Georgia Southern and the Medical College of Georgia; honorary degrees from Tift College, Mercer University, and Emory University; the Shining Light Award from Atlanta Gas Light Company; and the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Atlanta Business Chronicle.

Dr. Denmark was a member of the American Medical Association, the Georgia Chapter of the American Academy of Pediatrics, and Druid Hills Baptist Church in Atlanta.

In the early 1970s Dr. Denmark published a book setting down her ideas on the care and rearing of children, Every Child Should Have a Chance, now in its fourteenth printing.

Survivors include a daughter, Mary Denmark Hutcherson of Athens; two grandsons and their wives: Steven and Stephanie Hutcherson of Atlanta, and James and Karen Hutcherson of Evergreen, Colorado; and two great-grandchildren, Jake and Hayden Hutcherson of Evergreen.

Funeral services will be on Thursday, April 5 at 1 p.m. at the First United Methodist Church in Athens with burial in the Portal Cemetery on Friday, April 6 at 11 a.m.

The family will receive friends from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m. at the funeral home on Wednesday, April 4, and immediately following the service on Thursday.

In lieu of flowers, the family suggests that memorial gifts may be made to Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta Foundation, 1687 Tullie Circle, NE, Atlanta, GA 30329, or to the Medical College of Georgia Foundation, 1120 15th Street, Augusta, GA 30912.

For further information about Dr. Denmark, go to her website, Lord & Stephens East Chapel is in charge of arrangements.

Obituary For Margaret Blomfield Kent

This obituary example highlights this grandmother’s volunteer work in the community.  She lived to 100 years of age, and credited her longevity to starting the day with oatmeal and ending the day with wine!

Margaret Blomfield Kent, known as Peggy, passed away peacefully on May 16th in Orlando, Florida, where she had been hospitalized just weeks after her 100th birthday.

Peggy was born in Norwich, England, was raised there and served as a member of the British Red Cross during WWII. She lived in Paris briefly after the War and then moved to the United States, where she was married and lived most of her life.

She lived in Fairfield County, Connecticut, where she raised two children and was active in community theatre and various volunteer activities.

She then spent nearly 20 years in Cincinnati, Ohio, where she became a familiar face as a regular and frequent volunteer at the Cincinnati Art Museum.

She relocated to Florida in 2013 to be near her daughter.

Throughout her life Peggy was devoted to animals, particularly those without homes, and she was active as a rescue volunteer and animal caregiver well into her 90’s.

Despite having spent most of her life in the States, Peggy was devoted to Great Britain and never relinquished her UK citizenship.

At the celebration marking her 100th birthday last month, she explained how she believed her longevity was likely due to a faithful regimen of starting each day with oatmeal and ending each day with wine.

At the event, one of her granddaughters presented her with a personal letter and signed photograph from Queen Elizabeth II.

Peggy is survived by two children, Stephen Kent (Ginger) of Manhattan and Marjorie Kent of Taunton (Connecticut).

She is also survived by two grandchildren, Margaret Kent Edson (Christopher) and Stephanie Kent, as well as great-grandchild, Georgina Ladbrooke Edson.

Services will be private.

Obituary For Sara Shigley

We included this obituary in our collection of examples because it combines insights into this grandmother’s personality as well as her life history in a beautiful way.

Sara (Sally) McArthur Shigley, 60, reached the end of a valiant 29-year battle with recurring meningioma brain tumors on June 17, 2017.

In home hospice care since April, she inspired many with her positive, cheerful outlook in happy anticipation of heaven. Born in 1957 at Beaufort, SC, she grew up primarily at Sumter, SC.

Her father was school superintendent in both towns. As a high school senior she moved to Greenville, SC, when her father became a professor at Furman University.

After her graduation from Furman in 1979, Sally earned her Master of Arts in Teaching (MAT) degree at Emory University in 1982.

She taught at Tilson Elementary School, The Lovett School and at Dodgen Middle School. Due to effects of her second brain tumor surgery in 1992, she retired from teaching in the following year.

Prior to 1992, while teaching and mothering two young children, Sally was an energetic volunteer for Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital, Wesley Woods Retirement Center, Junior League and a battered womens’ hotline, played ALTA tennis, and taught preschool Sunday School.

In the years after becoming disabled, she grew flowers and her children, and faithfully participated in numerous activities at Peachtree Presbyterian Church — Presbyterian Women, Women’s Community Bible Study, Credence Sunday School Class, Minor Brain Injury Support Group, church library volunteers and teaching the Hope Class for mentally handicapped young adults.

Mrs. Shigley was predeceased by her father, Dr. Laurin Currie McArthur Jr. Survivors include her mother, Anne Barron McArthur, Columbia, SC; husband, Kenneth L. Shigley, Sr.; daughter Anne Shigley Noble (Steve), Meriden, NH; son Kenneth L. Shigley, Jr., Atlanta; two brothers, John B. McArthur (Barbara), Columbia, SC, and Rev. Laurin C. McArthur, Jr (Nancy), Roseland, NJ; brother-in-law Michael T. Shigley (Michelle), Silverdale, WA; four nephews, three nieces and many cousins.

The family expresses appreciation to members of the Credence Class, Presbyterian Women, home caregivers and hospice staff, and the many physicians who participated in her care since first diagnosis of a massive meningioma in 1988.

A celebration of life service will be held at Peachtree Presbyterian Church on Wednesday, June 21, 2017, at 1:00 P.M.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial donations for research on neurofibromatosis, which deafened their daughter, to the Children’s Tumor Foundation, 120 Wall Street, 16th Floor, New York, NY 10005-3904.

Obituary Examples For Grandfathers

Obituary For Samuel Lee Stewart

This obituary shares the life and beliefs of Samuel Stewart, a beloved father and grandfather.  It’s an excellent example of how to honour a man that was a pillar of his community and a strong foundation for his family.

Samuel L. Stewart (Womack), of Springville, Alabama passed away on Sunday August 18, 2013 after reaching the age of 92 years old. After months of failing health, he died peacefully within his home in Springville Alabama with his Beloved wife Iola and children (Jacqueline and Carl) by his side.

Samuel was born on July 21, 1921 in Greenville, AL to Essie Mae Crenshaw and Leeson Womack and was later adopted by James Stewart. As a boy he lived mostly on a plantation with his grandmother, working odd jobs to support himself and his family.

As a very young man he learned to work hard and to take on whatever job was available to support himself. He worked in ore mines, steel mills, oil refineries, blacksmith shops and farmed, if necessary.

He was an early entrepreneur and ran several “small businesses”, run out of everything from a friend’s garage, to a neighbor’s barn or even a make shift roadside stand.

In 1942, he met the love of his life, Iola Harris. They lived together almost inseparable for over 70 years. The early times were difficult financially; Samuel and Iola made many tough choices in those days, including leaving several of their children to be kept for a time in Springville by Samuel’s mother Essie Mae, while they made their way to Buffalo, NY.

While in Buffalo, Samuel worked many jobs, but primarily as a Crane Operator with Republic Steel. Along side him, Iola also worked many jobs but spent most of their working years together as a Beautician in the shop she owned on East Utica Avenue.

They lived in Buffalo in homes on Masten and Riley and together raised 8 children, living there for over 50 years. In 2002, they returned to Springville, Al to live on the land his mother left for him until his death.

He came to know Jehovah and dedicated his life in 1996 in Buffalo, NY. He believed in the resurrection hope and told others about God’s Kingdom.

Samuel loved music and played harmonica and guitar to entertain friends and family. Baseball was his one true sport. He loved to watch and even played catch with his sons and grandchildren. He loved to be with family and was always up for a picnic, reunion or gathering of friends.

He was a strong patriarch of his family, a good friend to all, a man who would give his shirt for a friend.

He was a good father who always took care of his children and did the best he could to teach and guide them, a loving grandfather and “great-grand” father to many.

A man who never cared much about himself and who even in his final days would say to his loved ones, “just to take care of “Ola” when I’m gone”.

Samuel was a strong, proud and good man. He is loved and will be missed by many!

He is preceded in death by parents, James Stewart, Essie Mae Crenshaw Northard and Leeson Womack; children, Samuel Stewart, Jr., Patricia Harmon, Henry Stewart and Cletus Stewart; grandchildren, Marie Harmon, Starlett Stewart, Justin Stewart and Samuel Stewart, III; brothers, Nolan Womack and Henry Womack; and sister, Lucia Womack.

Mr. Stewart is survived by loving wife, Iola Edna Stewart of Sringville, AL; children, Leon Stewart (Judith) of Dublin, GA, Jacqueline Jackson (Brian) of Seattle, WA, Carl Stewart of Buffalo, NY and Anthony Stewart (Carol) of Grand Rapids, MI; 36 Grandchildren; 40 Great Grandchildren; 4 Great Great Grandchildren; brother, Robert Womack of Ohio; a host of nieces, nephews and other beloved friends and relatives; and beloved extended family, Robert and Diane Harris.

A memorial service was held on Saturday, August 24, 2013 at 1PM from the Oneonta Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witness.

Obituary For Melvin Claytor

Mr. Claytor’s obituary is an excellent example that an obituary doesn’t have to be long in order to be effective.  This obituary highlights the accomplishments of this beloved father and grandfather.

Melvin Claytor, 70, avid music lover and musician and beloved educator in Pennsylvania for over 30 years, peacefully passed away Thursday, June 7, 2018 in his home in Lower Paxton Twp., Harrisburg, PA.

He is survived by his wife of 30 years Alora Claytor, his children Andre Julian Claytor, Ashleigh Marie Claytor, and Seneca Cottom step children Paige Chatman, Alora Vitalis and Chantal Cox, loving niece Terry L. Claytor, beloved cousins Veronica Nannette White, Donna King and Michelle King and a host of cousins, nieces, nephews, grandchildren and his Buffalo Soldier Calvary Scout family.

Melvin was predeceased by his father William Henry Claytor, mother Agnes Marie Carter, brother and sisters, William Henry Claytor, Jr., Beryl Jean Rhodes, Vivienne Howard, and Cheryl Williams.

Memorial services will be held Saturday, June 16, 2018, 11:00AM at Zimmerman-Auer Funeral Home, Inc., 4100 Jonestown Road, Harrisburg, PA 17109.

Visitation will be held 10:00AM-11:00AM at the funeral home.

In lieu of flowers, please send donations to Buffalo Soldiers Calvary Scouts Annual Children’s Toy Drive.

Arrangements by Cremation Society of Pennsylvania, Inc.

Obituary For Walter George Bruhl

This grandfather decided to write his own humorous obituary, ensuring that it expressed exactly what he wanted to be remembered for.

Walter George Bruhl Jr. of Newark and Dewey Beach DE is a dead person, he is no more, he is bereft of life, he is deceased, he has wrung down the curtain and gone to join the choir invisible, he has expired and gone to meet his maker. He drifted off this mortal coil on March 9, 2014 in Punta Gorda, Florida. His spirit was released from his worn out shell of a body and is now exploring the universe.

He was surrounded by his loving wife of 57 years, Helene Sellers Bruhl, who will now be able to purchase the mink coat which he had always refused her because he believed only minks should wear mink.

He is also survived by his son Walter III, wife Melissa, daughters Carly and Paige and son Martin, wife Debra, son Sam and daughter Kalla. Walt loved and enjoyed his grandkids.

Walt was preceded in death by his tonsils and adenoids in 1935, a spinal disc in 1974, a large piece of his thyroid gland in 1988, and his prostate on March 27th 2000.

He was born in Phila. PA. on April 20th 1933 at 10:38 PM and weighed in at a healthy 7lbs. 4oz. and was 22″ long, to Blanche Buckman Bruhl and Walter George Bruhl.

He drifted through the Philadelphia Public School System from 1937 through 1951, graduating, to his mother’s great relief, from John Bartram High School in June of 1951.

Walter was a Marine Corps Veteran of the Korean War having served from October of 1951 to September of 1954, with overseas duty in Japan from June of 1953 till August of 1954. He attained the rank of Sergeant.

He chose this path because of Hollywood propaganda, to which he succumbed as a child during WW II, and his cousin Ella who joined the corps in 1943.

He served an electronics apprenticeship at the Phila. Naval Yard from 1956 till 1961, operated Atlantic Automotive Service Stations in Wilmington during 1961 and 1962 and was employed by the late great DuPont Co. from 1962 thru 1993 (very few people who knew him would say he worked for DuPont, and he always claimed he had only been been hired to fill a position).

He started at the Chestnut Run Site as a flunky in the weave area of the Textile Fibers Dept., and then was promoted to research assistant, where he stayed from 1963 thru 1972.

In 1972 he accepted a position as an equipment service representative with the Photo Products Dept. at the old DuPont Airport Site (now Barley Mill Plaza).

In 1973 he was promoted to Manufacturing Engineering Technologist and was employed in that capacity until, after 31 years with The Co., he was given a fine anniversary dinner and a token gift and then ‘“downsized” in Dec. of 1993.

He was rehired as a contract employee in June of 1994, doing the same job that he had been ‘downsized’ from, and stayed until July of 1995.  

He started his own contract business and worked at Litho Tech Ltd. from 1996 till 1999.

There will be no viewing since his wife refuses to honor his request to have him standing in the corner of the room with a glass of Jack Daniels in his hand so that he would appear natural to visitors.

Cremation will take place at the families convenience and his ashes will be kept in an urn until they get tired of having it around.

What’s a Grecian Urn? Oh, about 200 drachmas a week.

Everyone who remembers him is asked to celebrate Walt’s life in their own way, raising a glass of their favorite drink in his memory would be quite appropriate.

Instead of flowers, Walt would hope that you will do an unexpected and unsolicited act of kindness for some poor unfortunate soul in his name.

A memorial luncheon in Walt’s honor will be held on Saturday, March 15, 2014 at 1PM at Deerfield, Newark, DE.

Obituary For George Boivin

This example is another obituary that is self-penned.  (In our experience, people who write their own obituaries tend to be very funny people, who want to ensure that their final tribute causes smiles and laughter.)

I have prepaid my funeral and decided that I would write my own obituary.

I am going to be cremated and my ashes will be buried in the family plot in the Forest Hill Cemetery in Madison, ME with my wife and daughter.

There will be no church, funeral or memorial service.

If you would like to honor my memory, take a close friend or relative out for coffee, lunch or dinner and SMILE, I will be there.

I have dedicated my retirement to making people smile. To do this I tell them I am going to use ESP to program their mind to smile every time they see my face.

As I will no longer be around, I have found a highly qualified replacement; every time you see his face you will think of ‘George’ and smile.


P.S. You have been programmed.

Obituary For D. Clem Henderson

This is an example of an obituary for a man who loved his family, especially his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and the simple things in life.

It is with great sadness we announce the passing of Clem Henderson at the Kingston General Hospital on Sunday, August 5, 2018 after a severe stroke. Clem was in his 85th year.

Beloved husband and best friend of the late Beverly Henderson (nee Arnold).

Loving father of Cheryl Henderson, David (Darlene) Henderson , Tom (Debbie) Henderson and Shelley Ferguson.

He was the proud grandfather to Ryan Henderson, Brittany and Brooke Henderson, Cy (Amy) and Casandra (Riley) Ferguson and proud great-grandpa to Quinn, Blakely and Callie.

Dear brother-in-law of Bob (Bev Bennett) Arnold, Mary Lee (Kieth) Drummond and Bill (Jeanette) Arnold.

He was the son of the late Mary and Ken Henderson of Carleton Place, predeceased by sister Diana Fox (Morley) and his sister-in-law Brenda Arnold (Barry Begley).

Fondly remembered by his many nieces, nephews, cousins extended family and many good friends.

Clem alongside his beloved Beverly owned the Hobby Shop & Variety Centre for over 40 years.

He was a quiet and kind gentleman holding the highest integrity in business and in family life.

He loved going to the racetrack in the early years and really enjoyed it with the modern facility combined with a good meal and the slots at the casino.

He liked watching a good hockey game, catching Lawrence Welk on Saturday nights and loved following Brittany and Brooke’s journey on the LPGA.

Clem was above all passionate and proud of all of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Family and friends may pay their respects at the Blair & Son Funeral Home, 112 Beckwith St. N., Smiths Falls on Wednesday, August 8, 2018 from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m.

Funeral service will be held in the chapel on Thursday, August 9, 2018 at 1:00 p.m.

Interment will follow at United Cemeteries, Carleton Place.

For those who wish memorial donations in memory of Clem may be made to the Smiths Falls Community Hospital Foundation.

Obituary For Pedro Guerrero Salas

Looking for an example of an obituary of a man who lived a rich life?  Look no further.  Salas was a solider, father, grandfather, and a man who’ll be remembered for his independent spirit, strength and loyalty.

Pedro Guerrero Salas, age 85, of South Austin, passed away on Saturday, August 12, surrounded by his family.

Pedro was a beloved father, grandfather, and great grandfather, who dedicated many years of his life to helping others and in service to his faith and membership in the Westlake Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

A Korean War veteran and recipient of two Bronze Stars and a Purple Heart, he served with honor in both the Army and the Navy.

Pedro retired from the University of Texas after 20 years of service as a store clerk in the Electrical Engineering and Chemistry departments.

He was born on March 3, 1932 to Pedro Salas and Anita Guerrero in Gonzalez, Texas. He is preceded in death by his parents, and sisters Theodora Perez, Olivia Zepeda, Benita Perez, and Gloria Salas.

Pedro is survived by nine children: Joanne Salas and her spouse, Sam Hernandez, Thomas Salas, Gloria Salas Kos and her spouse, Tim Kos, Alma Salas, Abel Salas, Patricia Salas, Pedro Salas Jr. and his spouse, Marycela Salas, Abraham Salas, and Adrian Salas; four siblings, his twin brother, Alfredo Salas, Sarah Salas, Esequiel Salas, and Alicia Budd; seventeen grandchildren and nine great grandchildren.

Known for quoting the lyrics of Frank Sinatra’s song, “My Way,” Pedro will be remembered for his fierce independence, strength, and loyalty to his family and faith.

Obituary For Luigi “Louis” Rizzuto

his obituary example includes references to a meaningful family life and the deceased’s strong religious faith. We particularly love the line:  “This gentle, loving, caring and wonderful man has left a permanent mark etched on our hearts and will be supremely missed”.

RIZZUTO, Luigi “Louis” 1927 – 2018.  His life was well lived and he was well loved! The Lord called him home in a peaceful manner at the Carpenter Hospice, with his family by his side, on Tuesday, July 10, 2018 in his 92nd year.

This gentle, loving, caring and wonderful man has left a permanent mark etched on our hearts and will be supremely missed by his wife and best friend of 67 years Gertrude (Bessette) and his children Bob (Marie), Alan (Carla), Michael (Gail) and Louise (Mario).

Family was the pivotal essence of Louis’ life. He was proud and honoured to be the patriarch, father, grandfather and great-grandfather to our large family. He has been a major presence in the lives of his children and grandchildren.

He is a proud grandfather to Bryan (Christy), Laura, Jayke, Cassandra (Scott), Karyn (Mike), Carly, Kate (Mike), Emily (Mike), Scott, Brooke (Luca), Brett (Rachel), Brittney, Andrew, Sarah and Olivia. He cherished his role of great-grandfather to Nicholas, Anthony, Lilianna, Chelsea, Ava and James.

Born in Italy and immigrating to Canada in 1938, Louis spent his life as a hardworking, dedicated, faithful and loving man.

He had a long-standing relationship with God and was very blessed with his faith to his dying breath.

He was predeceased by his parents Rafael and Filomena, his brother Maurice, brothers-in-law Mario and Richard and sisters-in-law, Rosetta, Rena, Claudette and Rayjeanne. He is survived by his loving brother Eddie, brothers-in-law Larry and Danny and sisters-in-law Monique, Michele and Jacqueline.

He will be sadly missed by his many nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.

The family would like to thank all the health care professionals from the LHIN and CCAC for their great care in the last couple of months of his life and are sincerely grateful to the wonderful staff and volunteers at the Carpenter Hospice who comforted and cared for him in his last days.

Louis will be forever remembered for his beautiful smile, gentle eyes, caring heart, loving embrace and unconditional love.  Although our hearts are heavy, we will celebrate his life and find comfort that he is in heaven watching over us.

All are welcome for visitation to take place at Smith Funeral Home, 1167 Guelph Line, Burlington, on Friday, July 13th from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m.

A Funeral Mass will be celebrated at St. Paul the Apostle Catholic Church, 2265 Headon Rd., Burlington, on Saturday, July 14th, at 10 a.m.

In lieu of flowers, the family would prefer donations to the Carpenter Hospice in Burlington, Ontario.

Obituary Examples For Daughters

Obituary For Teresa Michelle Starnes

Ms. Starnes was a beloved daughter, granddaughter, sister, mother and friend.  We included this obituary in our collection of examples because of the many beautiful lines it contains:  “She had the most beautiful smile that could light up your soul”; “She could spend hours staring at the stars dreaming”; and “If you were lucky enough to be present when she gazed into her children’s faces, the pure joy radiating from her would blind you.”

Teresa Michelle Starnes, 29, of Tennessee Colony, Texas, passed away on Monday, August 20, 2018.

She was born on September 27, 1988 in Dallas, Texas, the daughter of Jerry Starnes and Julie Bales.

Teresa was a loving and compassionate person who loved to be silly. She had the most beautiful smile that could light up your soul.

Teresa loved family game nights, sitting outside, and going to the lake. She enjoyed camping, sitting by the fire with her friends and family laughing and telling stories. Teresa could spend hours staring at the stars dreaming.

The relationship she had with her brother, Richard Starnes, was not like any other. Teresa was a wonderful big sister that taught him a lot and she always had his back. When her brother would see her, his whole face would light up and the time would just be lost.

Most of all she loved and adored her children, they were her world. If you were lucky enough to be present when she gazed into her children’s faces, the pure joy radiating from her would blind you. Teresa wanted nothing more for them than to have a wonderful life.

She is preceded in death by her brother, Matthew Starnes; grandparents, Gerald Bales, Troy Starnes, and Alice Starnes. Teresa is survived by her loving children, Alaina Patton, Faylin Whitt, Davin Fisher, and Zylie Whitt; mother, Julie Bales; father, Jerry Starnes; siblings, Richard Starnes; grandmother, Cathy Brown and husband, Gregg; step father; Daniel Barber; numerous aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.

She will be deeply missed by all who knew and loved her.

Visitation will be from 10:30 am – 11:30 am on Saturday, September 1st at the funeral home.

Funeral Services will begin at 11:30 am on Saturday, September 1st in the Chism-Smith Funeral Home Chapel.

Interment will immediately follow going to Shady Grove Cemetery in Irving, Texas.

Obituary For Sara Magoon

In this obituary, parents mourn the loss of their daughter who passed away much too young at the age of 28. They ask readers to not only remember her beautiful spirit, but to remember to live life to the fullest because it’s much too short.

A beloved daughter, granddaughter, sister, niece, cousin and friend, Sara Katheryn Magoon left this world unexpectedly, at 28, on Feb. 11, 2018. Born in Chandler, Ariz. on Nov. 19, 1989 to Jeff and Monica (Sanchez) Magoon, Sara grew up in Globe, just east of metro Phoenix, where she attended Holy Angels Elementary School and Globe High School before relocating to Phoenix in 2008.

Sara was a lover of the arts and fashion and enjoyed dancing and listening to music. She was funny, outgoing and vivacious, but she was also introverted and introspective. Appropriately self-nicknamed “Panther,” a symbol of power, beauty and grace, she was fiercely loyal to her friends and family. We will always remember her infectious smile, piercing blue eyes and caring personality. Her presence in our lives will be sorely missed.

When you think of Sara, celebrate the good memories you have of her. Remember that life is fragile and short and should be lived to the fullest.

Sara was preceded in death by her grandparents Ron and Sue Magoon. She leaves behind her parents, brother Andrew; sister Ashley and Ashley’s husband, James, and their daughter, Eva; grandparents, Dick and Dora Buckley and Jim Sanchez; aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.

A Celebration of Life will be held 2 p.m., Saturday, Feb. 24 at Meldrum Mortuary, located at 52 N. Macdonald in Mesa. The ceremony is followed by a potluck dinner at the Shalimar Country Club from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. located at 2032 E. Golf Avenue in Tempe.

In lieu of flowers, the family is requesting that a donation be made in Sara’s name to the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI)

Obituary For Ariana L. “Annie” Berger

This is an example of an obituary of a daughter who passed away after a length battle with illness (Cystic Fibrosis).  Despite her illness, she was always a positive person who brought joy to others.

Berger, Ariana L. Annie, 26, Johnstown, passed away on June 2, 2018 at UPMC Shadyside, after a long and courageous battle with Cystic Fibrosis
Born December 4, 1991 in Johnstown; daughter of Bernard Berger and Lynda Wedge. Preceded in death by her father, her grandfather Jack Bittner, and her soulmate and the love of her life who she is now reunited with, her boyfriend Brandon Carmello, who also passed away after battling Cystic Fibrosis.

Survived by her mother Lynda Wedge, her step-father, Tim Wedge, her step-mother Cathy Henzler; her siblings, Ashley Gates and her husband Brian, Johnstown; Alyson Dube and her boyfriend Brennan Maher, Johnstown; her step-siblings, Timothy Wedge Jr. and his wife Nicole, Stahlstown; Nicole Wedge, Johnstown; her grandmother Gladys Bittner, whom took great care of Ariana, and made sure she always made it to her doctors appointments, and that she had her medications, and breathing treatments, she will miss her daily calls from Ariana, as they talked every day; her grandmother Angela Amps; her pride and joy, and motivation in life; her niece Aria Buggy Gates; her niece, Alexis Wedge; her favorite Aunt Regina Bittner.

As well as numerous other family members and friends, especially her Cysters and Fibros whom she loved dearly, and was in constant contact with, as well as her second family, the nurses of 4 East who cared for her at UPMC Shadyside. Ariana enjoyed Rap music, Reality Television, she loved her tennis shoe collection, and her mismatched socks, despite her illness, she was always positive, and wanted to help whoever she could.

She was a loving daughter, sister, granddaughter, aunt, and niece. Arianas stubborn, yet loving and caring personality will be missed by all who knew and loved her.

I ached and yearned for that imaginary place, the one which I could breathe. Now I sit here with God, with Nature beauty and astounding light; and now I feel like finally I can BREATHE!

Friends and family will be received on Tuesday June 5, 2018 from 4 to 8pm at Hindman Funeral Home & Crematory Inc. 1521 Frankstown Road.

A funeral service will be held at 1pm on Wednesday June 6, 2018 at the funeral home, Pastor John Weaver & Pastor Keith Lohr, officiating. Interment will be private.
In lieu of flowers, donations in memory of Ariana can be made to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, 4550 Montgomery Ave. Suite 1100 N Bethesda, MD 20184 or the Make-A-Wish Foundation, 4742 N. 24th St. Suite 400 Phoenix, AZ 85016, or consider the gift of organ donation, as that is something Ariana was and advocate for.

Arrangements in care of Hindman Funeral Homes & Crematory, Inc. Exclusive Provider of Veterans & Family Memorial Care.

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Obituary Examples For Sons

Obituary For Taylor Wilson

It is a touching example of an obituary written by a mourning father for his beloved son.  It includes many beautiful sentiments, including:  “Those who knew Taylor, even just a little, lost a shining light in their lives.”

With deepest sorrow, we announce that Taylor Wilson (Nuggy), age 27 our most beloved son, brother, family member and friend passed suddenly on Tuesday, July 12, 2016 while in the hospital.

Those who knew Taylor, even just a little, lost a shining light in their lives.

Taylor will be missed everyday by his Father, Gordon Wilson, his Mother, Karen, brother Talon, Sister Madison, his grandparents Jeanette and Dougie, his loving Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and many, many great friends.

We know Taylor is now with his Nana, Joan Wilson and his Cousin Christian Gareau and is loved here on earth as well as in heaven.

We LOVE and MISS you so much my Son XOXO

Build Me a Son, O Lord

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.

Build me a son whose heart will be clean, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, “I have not lived in vain.” (General Douglas MacArthur)

Friends will be received at the J.S. Jones & Son Funeral Home, 11582 Trafalgar Road, Georgetown (905)877-3631 on Monday from 2-4 & 7-9 pm.

Funeral Mass will be held at Holy Cross Catholic Church, 14400 Argyll Road, Georgetown on Tuesday July 19th at 10:00 am. Cremation to follow.

Memorial contributions to Pinky Paws Rescue ( would be appreciated.

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Obituary For Daniel Wong

We included this obituary as an example of things that you might include in an obituary for a son that passed away far too soon, such as academic successes, hobbies, family and friendship.

Daniel Raymond Wong, 22, of Boston and formerly of Summit, died on Dec. 3, 2013, at Beth Israel Deaconess Hospital in Boston after almost three months of illness.

Although only 22 at the time of his death, Daniel affected many people in his lifetime.

He was deeply committed to education and tutored fellow students in Summit High School and underprivileged students in surrounding towns beginning his sophomore year. He enjoyed tutoring both academic subjects and the SAT, and later became a college prep advisor to his former students.

At a very early age, Daniel adopted the Oregon Ducks as his team, and if obsessive devotion translates into winning stats, his devotion is the reason for the Ducks’ current success.

Daniel’s loyalty to the Ducks was split when he entered Stanford University in 2009. There, in addition to rooting for the Stanford Cardinal, he majored in public policy and economics.

Daniel also served as education resident theme advisor in his dorm East and as treasurer for his SigEp fraternity. While at Stanford, he continued to tutor underprivileged children in East Palo Alto while tutoring via Skype his students in Summit.

Daniel was committed to friendship. In his last semester at Stanford, Daniel decided to focus on cementing relationships with his dear friends rather than his coursework, and later reported that it was his best semester ever in terms of good times as well as grade point average.

Daniel was working as an investment analyst at The Investment Fund for Foundations in Cambridge, Mass., at the time of his illness.

Daniel was born in Morristown and grew up in Summit. He is the second of three beloved children to Raymond and Nora Wong of Summit. Besides his parents, Daniel leaves behind his sister, Adrienne; and brother, Matthew; and many other loving family members and friends.

A memorial service was held on Dec. 14 at Christ Church in Summit. His burial will be private.

Those who choose to give a gift to honor Daniel are asked to make a contribution in his name to the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Obituary For Evan James O’Reilly

This is an obituary for a son who passed away too soon from complications from a long-term illness.  It’s an excellent example of how to pay tribute to a life well-lived, no matter how short.

Evan James O’Reilly August 7, 1983 to May 22, 2018.  We lost Evan earlier this week as a result of complications from a liver condition he had battled with courage and quiet dignity for his entire life.

Evan was a loving son and best friend to his mother, Lourdes Harville, of Lexington, Kentucky, and his father, Terry O’Reilly, of Salisbury, Massachusetts.

He is survived by his parents and by his maternal grandparents, Myrta and Miquel Ramirez, his brother Conor O’Reilly, his step-sister Alisha Macky, his step-mother Judie O’Reilly and many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.

Evan was predeceased by his paternal grandparents, Audrey and Jim O’Reilly.

Evan lived in Georgetown for most of his life. He was active in student politics at Georgetown High School, serving as class president for his final two years before graduating from there in 2002. As a Selectman on the town council for a two-year term from 2008 to 2010, Evan was a strong advocate for seniors, for the environment and for financial accountability.

Evan’s pursuit of a career in hotel management took him to Lexington for about five years, initially as an internal service auditor for Marriott Hotels and later as an external auditor with Deloitte.

He returned to the Georgetown area in 2017 in a management role with Jamson Hotel Management.

While managing these various full-time roles, Evan also worked towards a business administration degree through part-time programs at the University of Massachusetts.

Evan was an avid sports enthusiast and a lifelong fan of all the Boston-area professional sports teams, the Bruins first among them.

From an early age he loved to fish with family and friends at the family cottage on Lake Kashawakamak, three hours’ drive north-east of Toronto, Canada.

In later years he came to enjoy “Kash” as much for the peacefulness and remoteness of the place and the opportunity it represented for quiet times with family and friends.

Evan was a true friend to his friends – ready and willing at a moment’s notice, to endure a nine hour drive in each direction for the sake of friendship.

Evan’s family extends their heartfelt thanks to the health-care professionals at Exeter NH Hospital and Beth Israel Hospital, Boston, for their care and commitment for Evan over the past month.

Funeral arrangements have been entrusted to Conte-Giamberardino Funeral Home, 14 Pleasant Street, Georgetown, MA.  Evan’s Funeral Mass will be offered at 11:00 am on Thursday, May 31, 2018 at St. Mary’s Church, 94 Andover Street, Georgetown, MA, with a reception to follow.

Friends and family are invited to visit with Evan’s family at St. Mary’s Church from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm on  Wednesday, May 30, 2018.

For those who wish, in lieu of flowers, Evan’s family would appreciate donations to the American Liver Foundation ( or to the Sister Bernadette Scholarship Fund at Rossbrook House Inc., or to another charity of your choice.

Obituary For Michael H.K. Cohen

The parents of Michael Cohen chose to acknowledge that their son died by suicide after struggling with depression in his obituary in the “hopes of promoting dialogue and removing the stigma of mental illness”.  It’s an example of an obituary that is both touching and courageous.

Adventurous Traveler, Mandarin Speaker, Embraced Life in Beijing and Boston Michael H. K. Cohen, on Saturday, February 17, 2018.

Cherished and beloved son of Stephen M. L. & Carol Fishman Cohen. Loving brother of Andrew, Sarah and David Cohen. Adored grandson of Nancy & Dr. Albert Cohen and Eileen & the late Dr. I. William Fishman.

Michael grew up in Newton, Massachusetts, attended the Commonwealth School in Boston and graduated from Pomona College in Claremont, California.

Fluent in Mandarin, Michael moved to Beijing, China after college and spent the next three and a half years working at early stage Chinese companies and exploring the Far East.

An enthusiastic and curious traveler, he took every opportunity to venture out, visiting 27 countries around the world and some of the most remote regions of China.

When he returned to Boston in late 2016, while mapping out his future plans, Michael began to work as a freelance translator, using his elegant writing style to bring Chinese fantasy novels to English-speaking audiences.

Michael settled into life in Boston, building connections in the young professional community, preparing for his post-China career, and falling in love with a woman he had known since high school.

Until December 2017, Michael remained the same solidly grounded and engaged person he had been throughout his entire life. But in December, without warning, he slid into a depression from which he seemed to be emerging during his final weeks.

His decision to take his own life – a life of so much accomplishment and promise – was completely unexpected and shocked everyone who knew him.

Since Michael’s death, many have written about how special he was and how fortunate they were to have known him.

They recall how he served as a leader and mentor for Jewish students at Pomona and the other Claremont colleges, and as a role model for students dreaming of setting out for Asia after college.

They admire how he built connections to Jewish communities in China and wherever he traveled.

They marvel at his encyclopedic knowledge of music and his remarkable talent for mixing songs to create mashups so professional that people would play them at parties.

They remember how he combined his love of travel with a vast knowledge of the intricacies of loyalty point programs, allowing him to explore the world in style on a limited budget, and the pleasure he derived from helping others do the same.

They reminisce about his ever-present smile and the warmth, depth and intelligence behind it.

Most of all, they recall the sheer pleasure of his company, how good he made them feel, how free they were to be themselves around him, and how much they will miss him.

Michael cared about people in the purest way. He loved them for who they were and because he wished the best for them, without guile and without asking anything in return.

As one of his close friends wrote, “What you saw was always what you got with him, and what you saw – if you were lucky enough to be his friend – was a truly delightful, generous, easy-going, fun-loving human being.”

Michael had so much goodness, so much capacity to bring happiness to others and such a bright future. The world is a lesser place without him.

A private funeral service was held at Or Emeth Cemetery in West Roxbury, Massachusetts and a memorial service is planned for a later date.

Please do not send flowers. Remembrances may be made to Moishe House International Fund, Shalom Park, 5007 Providence Road, Suite E216, Charlotte, NC 28226.

Obituary Examples For Teenagers

Obituary For Hana Grace-Rose Williams

This is an example of a simple obituary for a girl who died at the age of 13 years.

Hana Grace-Rose Williams, age 13, passed away unexpectedly at her home in Sedro-Woolley on Thursday, May 12, 2011. Hana was born on July 19, 1997 in Ethiopia and came to join the Williams family on August 16, 2008 at the age of 11.

Funeral Services will be held on Wednesday, May 18, 2011 at 2:00 PM at Lemley Chapel in Sedro-Woolley. Share memories of Hana and sign the online guest register at

Obituary For Mason Jay Lynn Shetler

Do you have to write an obituary for a teenage boy?  This example may give you inspiration on the types of details to include.

Mason Jay Lynn Shetler, age 13 of South Bend, passed away on Monday, November 6, 2017 at Memorial Hospital.  Mason was born November 24, 2003 in Goshen, Indiana.

He enjoyed doing what most 13 year old boys do, playing video games, building things with his Lego’s, doing puzzles and playing games with his family, rollerblading and playing the drums.

Mason also loved animals, collecting rocks, and riding his bike.  He enjoyed spending time outdoors, especially fishing, even though he didn’t like to bait his own hook, or take a fish off of his line!

He loved holidays. Thanksgiving was a favorite because it falls on his birthday about every 6 years. His favorite was getting dressed up for Halloween and trick-or-treating. He also loved Easter, 4th of July and Christmas. 

Most importantly, Mason had a deep love for his family, and cherished the time they would spend together playing practical jokes on each other, and enjoying family dinners together.

He leaves behind his mother and father Jennifer and Erik Powers of South Bend, his siblings Cody, Lexie, Jagger, Kyleigha, Gage and Levi, and his Grandmother Michele. 

Also surviving are his aunts and uncles, Raven, River, Stephanie, Michael and great aunt and uncle Reverie and Aaron.

A private celebration of life service for Mason will be held at a later date.  Cruz Family Funeral Home and Cremation Service is handling the arrangements. 

Obituary For Rose Madison Rondinelli

Here is a heartbreaking obituary for a teenage girl who died by suicide.  While her parents take comfort that she is no longer in pain, they share that they will never be the same again.

Rose Madison Rondinelli, 14 years young, survived by her loving parents, Raymond and Beth, her best friend and sister Rachel, her aunts, uncles, cousins, and her grandparents, Allan and Bea Forman and Raymond Rondinelli Sr.  She was also predeceased by her grandmother Joan Rondinelli.

Rose loved so many, and was loved by so many more.  She had an energy that with even just one encounter with her, you would remember her for life.

If you knew her well or barely at all, she always left you thinking. Whether it was about how absolutely beautiful, ridiculously funny, or just down right inappropriate she was, she left her mark.

She will continue to stay with us all through memories, and the laughs she forced us all to endure whether we were in the mood for it or not. We will see her everywhere. XXXL T-shirt’s, uneven bangs, Nike Air Force One’s and anytime you hear anything related to one of her many hobbies and obsessions.

She left the pain, but she also left us all and we will never be the same again. Now she is no longer in pain, yet we will continue to hurt.

At this time, we must come together and laugh for Rose’s sake. Rose would have wanted it that way.

Rose’s service and interment were held privately.

Contributions may be made in Rose’s name to Aevidum In the “Add a Special Instructions to Seller” Please type “Downingtown East High School for Rose Rondinelli” P.O. Box 64, Lititz PA 17543 and or Chester County Suicide Prevention Task Force PO Box 315, Exton PA 19341.

Arrangements by DellaVecchia, Reilly, Smith & Boyd Funeral Home.

Obituary For Nicholas Anthony Joyce

This teen passed tragically following a car crash, along with three of his friends.  His obituary celebrates his love of life and articulates what a hole his death has left in the hearts of his friends and family.


Nicholas Anthony Joyce, 16, was born June 18, 2001. Nicholas, a longtime resident of Stoughton, died unexpectedly on Saturday, May 19, 2018.

Nicholas was born in Boston and later moved to Stoughton in 2006. Nicholas was the son of Ida L. (Walker) and Richard C. Joyce, Sr. In addition to his parents, Nicholas is survived by his siblings, Richard C. Joyce, Jr., Kristopher J. Joyce and Brittney N. Joyce, and like sister, Adryian Williamson, as well as his niece, Leila M. Joyce. He was the grandson of Ernest and Varie Joyce of Dorchester and the late Johnnie and Mildred Walker. He is also survived by many aunts, uncles and cousins.

Nicholas was a Junior at Stoughton High School, Class of 2019 and a member of the track and football teams. He was also involved in the Fruition Scholars at Stoughton High School.

Nicholas enjoyed graphic designing and was active in STOYAC sports growing up.

He loved being around family and friends. Nicholas was the life of the party and loved to dance and have a good time. He also loved to play video games in his free time and could be found sketching designs of shoes.

Nicholas will truly be missed. Joyce Forever!

VISITING HOURS WILL BE HELD ON THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 31, FROM 9-10:30 AM at the Grace Church, 101 Wales Ave., Avon followed by a Funeral Service at 10:30 AM. Interment at Evergreen Cemetery, 1100 Washington St., Stoughton.

Arrangements by Farley Funeral Home, Stoughton.

Obituary For Lauren Grace Liu

It is heart-wrenching when teen depression ends in suicide. This obituary of a young girl captures the happiness she brought to others before she left this world.

It is with great sadness that we announce the unexpected passing of our beloved daughter, Lauren Grace Liu.

She was 14 years old and was a freshman at Kent Place School.  She earned straight A’s in her first trimester and was on the starting line-up on the Varsity tennis team helping them win the school’s first state championship.

Lauren brought so much love and joy in our lives and to those who were around her.

She was an incredible skier and loved our annual trips to Snowbird, Utah. Last year, she was doing off trail double black diamonds with chutes. This year, our plan was to ski the Cirque together.

She was a beautiful and passionate dancer exhibiting movements that could move your soul to tears. We can still vividly see her dancing to John Legend’s “All of Me”.

Lauren will always be remembered for her gentleness, grace, and kindness toward others. She always seemed to look out after others and would put others before herself.

Since she was an infant, one of our greatest joys was to make her laugh because it truly came from her soul (her “belly laugh” as we called it).

Despite her God given gift of bringing love to people, deep inside she was suffering in the darkness, privately battling a deep inexplicable pain.

She succumbed to the silent illness of depression and took her own life in our home this past Monday. We know that she is without pain and is now at rest in God’s arms.

Lauren is survived by her adoring parents, James and Helen Hurh Liu, her loving brother, David, grandparents Soo and Sook Hurh and Ken and Tracy Liu, her aunts and uncle, Tae and Regina Kim and Elaine Liu and cousin Penny Kim.

A vigil to be held at the Renaissance Church in the Summit Opera House on Friday, November 3, at 7:30p. This will be a time of prayer, reading of Scripture, and song.

Please also join us in our celebration of life service in remembering and honoring Lauren this Saturday, November 4, at Community Congregational Church in Short Hills. Doors will open at 10:45 am for a time of gathering and viewing of memorabilia that represented her life, followed by a celebration of life service at 11:30 am.

In light of Lauren’s battle with depression and the sadness left in its wake, the Liu family has created the Hope for Lauren Foundation, dedicated to supporting children who are suffering from depression and mental illness, funding clinical and biomedical research for depression, raising awareness for suicide prevention, and supporting families who are suicide survivors.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that memorial contributions be made through In Memory of to the Hope for Lauren Foundation.

Obituary Examples For Young Children

Obituary For Olivia Grace White

This is a touching example of an obituary for a young child that passed away in her sleep.  Though she didn’t live many years on earth, she deeply touched the hearts of those who knew her.

OLIVIA GRACE WHITE — at home and in her sleep on December 26, 2012 at the age of five and a half.

She touched the lives of so many; our beloved, shining, happy girl, the light of our lives and the star of our hearts and leaves us smiling through our tears. She was joy personified.

Please spread her message of love, dance and laughter and be good to one another.

Beloved daughter of Dada and Mumma Glenn and Jennifer White and the best big sister to Aurelia Wren.

Sorrowfully missed by all who knew her, especially Grandpa Alan and Baka Annie, Granny and Grandpa England, Papa and Oma and Grammy Biz. Treasured niece of Brandon, Callum, Emily, Lucy, Rayna, Scott and Turner.

Family and friends will be received at MOUNT PLEASANT VISITATION CENTRE, 375 Mount Pleasant Road, Toronto, on Thursday, January 3, 2013 from 7-9 p.m.

A private funeral service will be held at a later date. In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to the Make-A-Wish Foundation of Canada

Have bunny dreams my darling. Just bunny dreams.

Obituary For Garrett Michael Matthias

Garrett’s mother helped him write his own obituary while he was in hospital battling cancer…

Garrett Michael Matthias AKA “The Great Garrett Underpants” Of Van Meter, Iowa –

My name is: Garrett Michael Boofias

My birthday is: I am 5 years old

My address is: I am a Bulldog!

My favorite color is: Blue….and Red and Black and Green

My favorite superhero is: Batman…and Thor, Iron Man, the Hulk and Cyborg

When I grow up: I’m going to be a professional boxer

My favorite people are: Mommy, Daddy, my sister ‘Delcina’ (Delphina), The grandparents with the new house (Fredric and Cheryl Krueger), The grandparents with the camper (Daniel and Nita Matthias), My cousins: Grady, ‘that guy I took down that one time’ (Luke), and London Marie, My Auntie Janette and Stinky Uncle Andy (Andrew and Janette Krueger), Those two guys, you know, my uncles (Kristopfer Krueger and James Taylor); Batman!!

The things I love the most: Playing with my sister, my blue bunny, thrash metal, Legos, my daycare friends, Batman and when they put me to sleep before they access my port

Things I hate: Pants!, dirty stupid cancer, when they access my port, needles, and the monkey nose that smells like cherry farts…I do like the mint monkey nose like at Mayo Radiation and that one guy that helped me build Legos (Randy)

When I die: I am going to be a gorilla and throw poo at Daddy!

Burned or Buried: I want to be burned (like when Thor’s Mommy died) and made into a tree so I can live in it when I’m a gorilla.

Big or Small Funeral: Funerals are sad: I want 5 bouncy houses (because I’m 5), Batman, and snow cones

Emilie and Ryan Matthias will honor Garrett’s final wishes by having a Celebration of Life on Saturday, July 14th from 5pm – 11pm at 2377 132nd Ct Van Meter, Iowa

Note: Symbolic Asgardian burial ceremony and fireworks will be held just after sunset.

A private burial of Garrett’s ashes will be held at a later time once his parents figure out how the hell to get his ashes made into a tree and locate a nature preserve, so his tree resides in a protected area.

We are so grateful to the many doctors, nurses, child life specialists, musicians, art therapists, and volunteers that worked tirelessly to cure Garrett of his cancer. The reality for Garrett and so many other children is pediatric cancer is an ugly, nasty beast that leaves a path of destruction. For Garrett and many others before him — cancer kills. Those that are ‘lucky’ enough to survive endure long term debilitating side effects and the constant fear of relapse. We will fight for a cure until no other kids are robbed of their childhood, no other siblings lose their best friends, and no other parents have to bury their babies.

Garrett endured nine months of hell before he lost his battle with cancer. During that time he never lost his sense of humor and loved to tease the doctors and nurses. From whoopy cushions and sneaking clothes pins on their clothes to “hazing” the interns and new staff doctors, he was forever a prankster. Nothing caught people off guard as his response to “see ya later alligator”.

Obituary For Jenna Judkins

This is a touching example of an obituary of parents who lost a beloved child, but who have hope that one day they’ll be reunited with their little angel in heaven.

JUDKINS, Jenna Kay, age 8 of White House, passed away June 28, 2018. Jenna was preceded in death by Crystal, her precious hermit crab she got in Panama City Beach July 2016 and Zhu Zhu the mouse March 2018.

She is survived by her father, Jason Alan Judkins; mother, Wanda Kay Judkins; brother, Jase Alan Judkins; grandparents, Rick and Carolyn (Causey) Judkins-paternal, Terry Milliken and Betty Spalding-maternal; uncles, Ricky Judkins, Kenny Spalding and Terry Milliken, Jr.; children, Daisy, the crazy Lab dog and Molly, the fancy mouse.

Funeral Services will be held Tuesday, July 3rd at 1 pm from the chapel of Sellars Funeral Home at Hendersonville with Pastor Rich Powell officiating. Interment will follow the service at Hendersonville Memory Gardens with Rick Judkins, Ricky Judkins, Terry Milliken, Jr., Will Russell, Chad Mitchell and John Boland serving as pallbearers. Honorary pallbearers are all the doctors and nurses on 6A and 6B that took special care of this very special girl.

Visitation with the family will be Sunday, July 1st from 4-8 pm, Monday, July 2nd from 4-8 pm and Tuesday, July 3rd from 11 am until time of service.

Jenna, We love you baby! We’re so proud of what you accomplished in your short time on Earth. You were born with some type of power that had people gravitate toward you. You never complained!

You took whatever circumstance came your way and never let it stop you from what you wanted to do!

You brightened every single person you came in contact with! You gave yourself to others, you sacrificed for others, and you always, always thought about others.

A true humanitarian, a true example to live by, and a precious gift from God! The way you carried yourself reminded me of how the bible talks of “God’s Will.”

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18

You are a light in a dark room! I knew your name long before you were born. You loved to plan parties. This is your job now. Prepare a place for us as we prepared a place for you. You have the sweetest little voice I have ever heard.  Have fun and play until we get to see you again!

I can picture you as such a beautiful angel. You’re smile, your blonde hair, and your laugh. You have both of your arms again! When we meet again we will run to you with arms open, feel both of your arms around us, and we’ll never let you go!

I can hear you reading this in heaven now. Nothing can separate love. Because of this, we will always be connected. We love you Jenna and we are so proud of you! We’re happy that you’re not in pain anymore!

Daddy, Momma, and Jase

In lieu of flowers the family respectfully request dontations to Dreams and Wishes of Tennessee.

Obituary For Lucca Phoenix Small

This obituary for Lucca shows how much he is loved, and what a shining personality the little guy had.

Lucca Phoenix Small went to be with the angels on February 20, 2018.  Born at home in Woodland Park with his parents and sister on November 13, 2013, Lucca was the essence of joyfulness and life.

He was baptized on February 15, 2015 at Holy Rosary Chapel where his family worships.  Lucca was always proud to say the blessing at family gatherings.

He loved tractors, dirt bikes and quads, playing with tools, building with blocks and discovering.  He attended Pre-school in the Pines and built strong friendships with the teachers and children there.

Lucca loved his family deeply, and is survived by his parents Ashley Whittemore and Christopher Small; his big sister Reagan Small; his Papa & Nana Michael and Michelle Whittemore; his Oma Roberta Small; his Grandma Melody Babbitt; Aunts & Uncles Katie and Kalib Heidenreich, Anna Whittemore, Matthew Crain, Andrew Small, Erica Small; and cousins Joey and Emily Jo; along with great grandparents and many great aunts and uncles.  Lucca was preceded in visiting heaven by his grandfather Stephen Small and other precious family members.

Lucca was a ray of sunshine and loved bright colors.  The family requests that those attending the Celebration of Life at Holy Rosary wear clothes that reflect Lucca’s joy and happiness.  Reception will follow at the Whittemore home.

Obituary For Jade Elizabeth Foeller

While she only lived to the age of eight, Jade had a big impact on those around her.  This obituary gives many examples of how she stood out and was a leader among her classmates.

Jade Elizabeth Foeller, age 8, of Robards, KY, gained her angel wings on Wednesday, June 13, 2018 at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital in Cincinnati, OH.

Jade was preceded in death by her brother, Jamien Heathcock, great grandparents: Raymond Dean, Ermal and Hazel Field, JD Heathcock, Louise Singleton, and Lelia Embry.

With her long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a huge smile, Jade “little britches” “jadermonkers” would light up any room she was in. She spread love and laughter wherever she went.

She was happiest when she was at home surrounded by her favorite people.

Jade could be found playing in the creek, riding the four-wheeler, and running around barefoot. Even when she was out getting dirty she loved being pretty, dressed up, and wearing make-up. Whether she was a tomboy or a princess, she always shined bright and spread joy.

She was such a little girl, but so so big. Jade was a wonderful student who, in just 2nd grade, already showed herself to be a leader among her classmates.

Survivors include:
Parents: Jeana and Deland Hager
Siblings: Sydney Hager, Jace Hager, Noah Hager, Jasper Hager
Grandparents: Laura Hager, Wanda Field, Jim Field, Albert and Cathy Crook
Uncles: Jason Heathcock and Davy Summers
Aunts: Jamie Embry, Kayla Hager and Jamey Barrett
Many other aunts, uncles, and cousins, as well as a host of loving relatives

Relatives and friends are invited to Jade’s Life Celebration from 1:00 until 8:00 p.m. Monday and again on Tuesday starting at 10:00 a.m. at Benton-Glunt Funeral Home.

The funeral service will be held at 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday, June 19, 2018 at the funeral home with Reverend Jack Ross officiating.
A graveside service will be held at Maumee Cemetery in Owensville, IN at 2:00 p.m. with Bart Newton officiating.

Expressions of sympathy may take the form of contributions to the Hager Family.

Obituary Examples For Babies

Obituary For Infant Bentley Langley

Even though Bentley did not live long, he left behind a family that will dearly miss him, as can be clearly seen in this obituary.

Infant Bentley Robert Langley – On May 29, 2014, we lost

Our Little Angel, who will always be a precious gift and memory.

Surviving are his parents Melissa Cronkright and Brad Langley; two sisters, Taylor and Merissa Langley; maternal grandmother, Pamela Cronkright of Flint; paternal grandmother, Angela Picerno of Flint; maternal great grandmother, Charlotte Daniels of Flint; paternal great grandmother, Jeanette Picerno of Flint; two uncles, Jason Edwards of Davison, and James Edwards of Flint; one aunt, Cheri and husband Edward Rose of Burton; and numerous other relatives.

He was preceded in death by maternal grandfather, Robert Cronkright; and paternal great grandfather, Angelo Picerno.

A gathering with the family will be held from 11 AM to 12:30 PM Thursday, June 5th, 2014 at Campbell Stocking Family Funeral Home, Farwell.  Memorial contributions may be made to the family.

Obituary For Infant Keymani Iman Amour Proctor

This is an example of an obituary for a stillborn baby.

Baby Keymani Iman Amour Proctor, infant son of Tomeka Love and William Proctor was stillborn on Saturday, April 7, 2018 at OSF St. Francis Medical Center, Peoria, IL.

Little Keymani will be remembered by his parents, Tomeka Love and William Proctor; four brothers, Dae’Jeon Love, James Stowers, Jr, Jae’Viane Stowers and Kamye’ Stowers; two sisters, La’Corria Stowers and Ja’da Love; grandparents, Bernice Young and Derrick Proctor all of Peoria; and a host of aunts, uncles, family and friends.

He is preceded in death by his grandparents, Cora Lee and Ollie Love.

A memorial service will be held at 11 am on Saturday, April 21, 2018 at Simons Mortuary Chapel with a visitation beginning at 10:30 am. Rev. Barry Robinson, Pastor of Bethel Baptist Church, Peoria, IL will officiate.

Obituary For Infant Lilly Ann Elise

Lilly Elise was only 3 months old when she passed away.  This is her obituary:

INFANT, Lilly Ann Elise 3 months, beloved daughter of Brittany Leliah Bruce, passed away December 27, 2016. She was born September 14, 2016 in Springfield.

She is survived by her mother; Brittany Leliah Bruce, maternal grandparents; Mark Alan and Lisa Dawn Bruce, maternal great grandparents; Charles H. and Betty A. (Robinson) Bruce, Deletha Jean and Fletcer Gene Mayson, aunt and uncle; Chad Andrew Bruce and Britney Lyn Bruce, cousins; Adrianna N. Bruce, Jayden L. Brown and Kaydence D. Bruce, great aunts and uncles; Richard E. (Roberta) Bruce, Deborah Bruce and Debora K. (Charles) Mathews.

She was preceded in death by maternal great grandmother; Betty Ann Bruce and maternal great grandfather; Harold T. “Sonny” Casey.

Funeral services will be held at 1:00PM Wednesday in the JONES-KENNEY-ZECHMAN FUNERAL HOME with Pastor Rick Clos officiating.

Visitation will be held from 11:00AM until the time of the services. Burial will follow in Ferncliff Cemetery.

Obituary For Infant Fawcett

Here is another example of an obituary of a baby that sadly was stillborn.

Infant Baby Fawcett, child of Raymond and Melissa (McAuliffe) Fawcett, of Benton, was stillborn on Thursday, March 2, 2017, at Mercy Medical Center-Dubuque.

Graveside services will be 11:00 a.m. Monday, March 6, 2017, at the United Methodist Church Cemetery in Benton. Casey Funeral Home & Cremation Services of Benton is in charge of arrangements.

Surviving are the baby’s parents; two brothers, Jake and Jax; two sisters, Kailey and Kaycie; all at home; the baby’s maternal grandparents, John and Judy McAuliffe; the baby’s paternal grandparents, John and Phyllis Fawcett, all of Benton; and a number of aunts, uncles and cousins.

The baby was preceded in death by two brothers, Jayson Joseph, on September 15, 2011, and Jayden Joseph, on August 8, 2012.

Obituary For Infant Carter Gray Weitzman

This is beautiful obituary for a baby because it includes touching details about the things that she enjoyed: cuddling mommy, swinging on the porch, and fuzzy blankets.

Infant Carter Gray Weitzman, 3 months, passed away Monday, May 28, 2018, at her home in Lucasville, OH, with her mommy by her side.

Baby Carter was born February 8, 2018, in Huntington, WV, to Shanda Neff and James Weitzman of Lucasville, OH.

She liked cuddling mommy, swinging on the porch with Papa Ben, loved her milk and fuzzy blankets.
“Her mommy loves her more than anyone, forever.”

In addition to her parents, she is survived by her sister, Cienna Grace Weitzman. She will be remembered by Mimi Lisa Neff, Papa Ben McPeek, Gigi Alisha Crisp, Grandma Alise Weitzman, Oma Amy Parker, Papa Buck Parker and great Nana Cheryl Toenjes; and a host of loving family and friends.

Carter was preceded in death by Papa Gary Neff; and Obie Michael Bishop.

Funeral service for Baby Carter will be at 7 p.m. Thursday, May 31, 2018, at Neal Funeral Home, 2409 Center Street, Catlettsburg, KY. Pastor Jim Webster will officiate.



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