October 10, 1960 - April 18, 2019
There was once a master carpenter and he lived a good life for he loved to work, building things of wood. He was loved by his family, he was loved by everyone who knew him. And at the end of that good life when it came time for him to die the carpenter soared into the white light of death – for the white light is where the good souls go to. And the white light warmed him and nurtured him and fed him great peace. And when this carpenter arrived in heaven he was expected and immediately he was put to work: For the Pearly Gates were a bit loose and St. Peter’s desk had a couple of drawers that stuck.
And before long the master carpenter began to build a new throne for God. Sadly missed by his family and friends.