Paired to Perfection

It pains me to admit it, but apparently—I've passed away. Everyone told me it would happen, but that's not something I ever wanted to hear, much less experience. Once again, I didn't get my way. That's been the story of my life. I was born February 9, 1946, to Clyde and Mary Fisher in Hazelwood... read more

...and soon became the infamous middle child of the three Fisher girls. I walked to Hazelwood Elementary, where teachers like Mrs. McCracken planted the seed that led me to teaching. I started my career there in 1968 and later taught in Virginia, Georgia, and Florida—retiring after 25 years. Life was made of memories I didn't realize were treasures until much later: Mama in her apron, Daddy calling square dances, a sister pushing me off my tricycle, another sleepwalking out of the house. I was head majorette leading our band down King Street during Mardi Gras and even twirled baton in the Miss North Carolina Pageant. Naturally, to the tune of "Dixie." On December 16, 1967, I married the man of my dreams—Charlie Phillips—and we had exactly two kids: Bonnie and Scott. I owe them apologies for the No Frills jeans and kindergarten red-shirting, but they turned out wonderfully in spite of me. Becoming Nana—and later "Nana Banana"—to my five grand-angels was life's greatest joy. They stole my heart and all my money. But I hold the world record for "Hiney Getting," and that's a legacy I'm proud of. So I was born, I blinked, and it was over. No monuments, no buildings named after me—but I knew love, laughter, and family. If you want to find me, look for the daffodils, the butterflies, or maybe just the loudest laugh in the breeze. Please don't cry because I'm gone. Or… maybe cry a little. After all—I have passed away. And today, I'm happy. Probably dancing. Probably naked. Love you forever

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Eugenie Clark, the fearless marine biologist known as the "Shark Lady," passed away at 92. From childhood dreams in a New York aquarium to founding a marine lab, diving to incredible depths, and proving sharks aren't monsters, Genie lived a life that redefined ocean science. She founded read more

Florida's Mote Marine Laboratory in the 1950s, authored bestselling books, and even trained sharks to push buttons for food rewards. Her career shattered gender barriers and scientific myths alike. She discovered shark repellents, demonstrated that sharks can breathe while still, and made over 70 exploratory dives in submersibles—one as deep as 12,000 feet. One of her final dives? On her 92nd birthday. Despite a lifetime of up-close shark encounters, she was never bitten—except once, by a dead tiger shark whose jaw sliced her arm during a sudden car stop. Her bravery and brilliance turned fear into fascination and taught the world to see sharks not as villains, but as complex, beautiful creatures. Swim in peace, Genie. The ocean is quieter without you.

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Stanley A. Gardinski, 78, of Liverpool, NY, was born in Toowoomba, Australia and came to the U.S. at the age of 3. A natural athlete and beloved family man, Stanley earned the nickname “The Kangaroo” on his high school basketball team and later spent 39 years with Niagara Mohawk... read more

...where he worked in the Gas Planning department and served as a Union Steward. He graduated from Vocational High School in 1961, leading the All-Parochial League in scoring from 1959–1961 and earning a spot on the All City All Stars team as its top scorer. Stanley spent summers as a Camp Zerbe counselor and loved the outdoors. He retired from NiMo in 2005 with a legendary knowledge of gas systems and a reputation for dedication and heart. Predeceased by his parents, Stanley Sr. and Jean (Wright) Gardinski, he is survived by his wife of 40 years, Christine (Butler) Gardinski; his daughter, Gina Rojas; and his beloved granddaughter, Gianna. Cancun, MX held a special place in Stanley’s heart, where he cherished time on the beach with friends and family. He was an avid gardener, a devoted card player, and a loyal friend who never missed morning coffee with Mike and John. His last decade, spent adoring his granddaughter, was his happiest. Stanley was the kind of man who never met a stranger. Known for his generosity, warmth, and quick wit, he gave freely of his time, spirit, and even his last $20. His kindness left a mark on everyone he met and will be deeply missed.

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I was born in Salt Lake City, March 27, 1953. I died of throat cancer on July 10, 2012. I loved school, Salt Lake City, the mountains, and all things Utah. I was a scientist, inventor, comedian, cat lover, cynic—and above all, a husband who adored his Mary Jane. I had a lot of fun. I went to ...read more

six different grade schools, then Churchill, Skyline, and the U of U. I was passionate about electronics, chemistry, physics, auto mechanics, woodworking, business, and bad jokes. I traveled everywhere I wanted, worked every job I dreamed of, fixed what I wanted, and ate everything I craved. Mary Jane, my wife, was the love of my life. Time with her was what made me whole. We were one, inseparable, and endlessly happy. I truly enjoyed one good life. My motto: “Anything for a Laugh,” with honorable mentions to “If you can break it, I can fix it,” and “Don’t apply for a job, create one.” Now that I’m gone, here’s the part where I confess a few things: - I’m the guy who stole the safe from the Motor View Drive-In back in June 1971. - I never earned that PhD—turns out a clerical error got me a diploma I never earned. I only had three years of college credit. - To the Park Ranger whose geyser I ruined by rolling rocks into it—yeah, that was me. - Disneyland and SeaWorld San Diego—you can close those lifetime ban files now. To my colleagues, especially the electronic engineers: Sorry for the charade—but at least my designs worked, and I kept the lab fun. I lived, I laughed, I confessed. I’m out.

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William “Billy” Miller, 39, died unexpectedly on March 29, 2024, at his home in Columbia, TN. Known to most as “Billy” and to some as “Bill,” he was a proud father, loyal friend, woodworker, salesman, and a man with a big heart—and always a few bandanas and his dog, Moose, by his side. A graduate of Columbia Central High School, Billy was surrounded by a close-knit group ...read more

of friends. His greatest joy and accomplishment was his daughter, Odessa, who brought love and purpose to his life. He had a magnetic personality—smart, funny, and always ready for a good story or a debate about conspiracy theories and controversial topics. Billy loved fishing, card games, corn hole, the Outer Banks, Mule Day, neon colors, horror films, Gain-scented laundry, ranch dressing, Q-tips, tennis shoes, shop tools, and making silly faces in photos. He is survived by his mother, Karen Albertson Miller; father, Bill Miller; sisters, Blair Miller and Madison Miller; daughter, Odessa Miller, and her mother, Alex Brown; his dog, Moose; as well as many aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Bill and Nancy Miller, and Gene and Patsy Albertson. Billy was not one for life’s theatrics or doing things he didn’t want to do—and he would not have attended his own funeral. In keeping with that spirit, the family will hold a celebration of life in the coming months once they’ve had time to process this unexpected loss.

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Waffle House lost a loyal customer on April 30, 2013, when Antonia W. "Toni" Larroux passed away after battling a list of illnesses that reads like a medical encyclopedia. Known for her wit, resilience, and refusal to return library books, Toni lived a life full of humor and love. She once ...read more

conquered polio, which earned her the unfortunate nickname “polio legs” from her ex-husband, Jean F. Larroux Jr.—and perhaps explained their divorce over 35 years ago. From that marriage came two confirmed children, Hayden Hoffman and Jean F. Larroux III. Thanks to anonymous Mother’s Day cards, there may be more. Toni reminded Jean III he was “just like his father,” a remark he is still unpacking in therapy. Hayden married Stephen Hoffman, whose steady presence balanced the family chaos, and their daughter Helen was once called by Toni “the well-behaved child Hayden deserved.” Toni’s four sisters—Patty, Kitty, Lisa, and Piji—shared her humor and commitment to Clairol Blonde #47, a tradition passed down by their father, Paul “P. Marvelous” White. She served on the Hancock County Library Foundation board, though the library mainly contacted her for overdue books she refused to return. Her final words were, fittingly: “Tell them the check is in the mail…” She retired from GE Plastics after Hurricane Katrina and would be delighted to have the smoking room named in her honor. She treasured her friendships with Myrtle Jane Wingo Haas, her adopted daughters Liz and Laura, and her grandson Aaron Burrell. She also possessed the uncanny ability to usher family pets to the afterlife at an alarming rate. Toni’s favorite pastime was sipping tea on Dollar General porch furniture, which will be sold at her garage “estate” sale. In her honor, donations should be made to the Hancock County Library Foundation—especially the overdue book fund. She taught her children to laugh at the days to come. She will be deeply missed. She is not dead. She is alive.

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Terry Wayne Ward, 71, of DeMotte, IN, escaped this mortal realm on January 23, 2018, leaving behind 32 jars of Miracle Whip, 17 boxes of Hamburger Helper, and a zombie-apocalypse stash of supplies. A Vietnam veteran and AT&T retiree, he lived with humor, grit, and plenty of hot sauce. He met the love of his life, Kathy, by claiming he was a lineman—carefully omitting ...read more

that it was for the phone company, not the NFL. They married in 1969, squarely between the Summer of Love and the Winter of Regret. A proud U.S. Army Vietnam veteran, Terry went on to spend 39 years with AT&T (or whatever name it was going by at the time). Along the way, he stockpiled 3,000 rolls of black electrical tape, which he swore could fix anything—from bandages to warning labels. Terry enjoyed hunting, fishing, ABBA, old Buicks, Bed Bath & Beyond, starlight mints, and free beer. He dispensed popsicles with zeal, loved turning on cartoons like Phineas and Ferb (grandkids optional), and waged a personal war against hummus—tolerating it only when disguised as “bean dip.” He believed The Blues Brothers was the greatest film ever made, Clint Eastwood the ultimate badass, and hot sauce a universal enhancer. He never owned a cell phone and couldn’t have picked a Kardashian out of a lineup if his life depended on it. In his honor, raise a glass at your favorite bar and swap stories about the great Terry Ward. He would’ve liked that.

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Walter D. Harris, 56, of Ross Township, PA, died January 30, 2017, after losing a weak and cowardly battle with cancer. Born in the back seat of a Greyhound Bus on Highway 41, Walt’s infectious personality, love of the Steelers, and role as “Most Redundant” in the Department of Redundancy Department defined his one-of-a-kind life. Walt proudly “served” in the Blue Tic ...read more

Tavern on the campus of West Virginia University during the Iran Hostage Crisis—graduating eventually. Over the years, he was employed several times, but mostly enjoyed being a watcher rather than a doer. If there was a scoreboard, Walt was watching, and if it was the Steelers, he was devoted. His infectious personality once required Ross Township to impose a city-wide quarantine in 2013. A lifelong member of the Department of Redundancy Department, he held the distinguished honorific of “Most Redundant.” Walt leaves behind his spacious, three-bedroom apartment with hardwood floors and reasonable utilities. He is survived by his son, his mother, his former wife, three brothers, and his favorite aunt. Walt was his mother’s favorite oldest son. In keeping with his wishes, there will be no visitation, funeral, graveside, or memorial service. A wake will be held at some point—when people get around to it—featuring only Walt’s CDs, which means expect endless 17th-century chamber music. “I’m Walt Harris, and I approve this obituary.”

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Adam Schlesinger, acclaimed songwriter and founding member of Fountains of Wayne, passed away on April 1, 2020, at the age of 52. Known for penning hits like “Stacy’s Mom” and the Oscar-nominated “That Thing You Do!,” his work bridged pop, film, TV, and Broadway. ...read more

Schlesinger co-founded Fountains of Wayne in 1995 with Chris Collingwood, the duo writing separately but crediting their songs jointly. Their 1996 debut included “That Thing You Do!,” written by Schlesinger for the Tom Hanks film of the same name, which earned nominations for both an Academy Award and a Golden Globe. The band’s third album, Welcome Interstate Managers, produced the Grammy-nominated pop hit “Stacy’s Mom.” Beyond Fountains of Wayne, Schlesinger was a founding member of the bands Ivy and Tinted Windows. His music reached wide audiences through film soundtracks, including There’s Something About Mary, Orange County, and Josie and the Pussycats (2001). His Broadway contributions included a Tony nomination for Cry-Baby. He was also Emmy-nominated for his songwriting on shows such as Sesame Street and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. As a producer, he worked with artists including They Might Be Giants, Verve Pipe, and Robert Plant. On his approach to songwriting, Schlesinger once said:
“If you set out to write something important it usually ends up being terrible... the ones where you’re just having fun and it’s something quick and easy, those are the ones that usually stick with people and mean something to them.” —2010 interview with Pop Matters Adam Schlesinger’s music lives on, remembered for its wit, craftsmanship, and enduring melodies.

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Joseph Edward Holt, 67, of Clearwater, FL, passed away on July 25, 2024. A devoted husband, father, grandfather, coach, mentor, and Rotary leader, Joe was endlessly kind, steadfast, intelligent, and funny. He embodied what it means to be a good man, and his spirit will live on in the countless lives he touched. Born in Anderson, South Carolina, on June 8, 1957, Joe was ...read more

the beloved husband of forty-four years to Abby Kennedy Holt. He was the proud father of Joseph Edward Holt, Jr., Jonathan (Catherine) Holt, Jarrod (Jaclyn) Holt, and Jackson (Danielle) Holt, and grandfather to Kennedy Ann, Wyatt, Griffin, and Charlotte. Joe was an athlete and coach, friend and philosopher, contractor and teacher, role model and mentor. He served as president of Clearwater East Rotary and was a Paul Harris Fellow. His life was defined by selflessness, humor, intelligence, and devotion to family and community. His passion for living well and helping others remains his legacy. A gathering to celebrate Joe’s life will be held at Philippe Park, Picnic Shelter #7, in Safety Harbor, FL, on Friday, August 2, 2024, from 4–7 PM. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that contributions be made to the Joe Holt Furman University Football Scholarship, supporting student athletes who emulate his qualities.

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Harry Edward South of Savannah, Georgia, finally lost his lifelong battle with gravity and time on August 28, 2025. Known affectionately as “Iron Head,” he filled his 92 years with stubbornness, gators, hunting, carving, and an unshakable devotion to his family. A true Savannah original, his stories and spirit live on. Born in Savannah in 1932, Harry carried the ...read more

roots and knowledge of a settler. With his father, he started South Tile Co., their work including the decorative tile surrounding the sundial in Johnson Square. He also donated the jawbone of a whale to Russo’s Seafood, quipping, “I did what Captain Ahab never could.” At Benedictine Military School, he became a feared football player before leaving to serve in the Korean War as an airplane mechanic, a role he jokingly claimed tipped the scales in America’s favor. After returning home, he met the love of his life, Athene Gunter, at Leopold’s Ice Cream. Together they shared 66 years of marriage, raising Julie, Cindy, and Harry Jr. amidst his antics — like leaving live gators in the family bathtub. Harry’s life was filled with close calls. At 14, he survived being stranded in the marsh for days on raw oysters, annoyed when rescuers finally arrived. In the 1950s, he became Mr. South East through bodybuilding, fueled by turtle-egg protein shakes and stump-pulling workouts, later channeling that strength into woodcarving. His intricate duck carvings, some still at the Savannah Wildlife Refuge, were perhaps his apology to the species he so often hunted. As a teacher and storyteller, he left unforgettable lessons — from wielding a Colt .44 Magnum when rush-hour drivers lacked patience, to unintentionally broadcasting profanity during a Space Camp mission in the 1990s. Harry’s humor, grit, and fearlessness left marks as lasting as his carvings. He was preceded in death by his wife Athene South, brother Leverne South Jr., mother Louise South, and father Laverne “Zip” South Sr. He is survived by his sister-in-law Berta Gunter, children Cindy Solomons, Julie Mejia, and Harry South Jr., and grandchildren Erin Solomons, Phillip Mejia, Caleb Solomons, Kyle South, and Grayson South. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations to the Savannah National Wildlife Refuge to help restore the duck populations Harry so passionately pursued.

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Father Gabriele Amorth, the world’s most famous exorcist, died at 91 on September 16, 2016. Admired by some as a fearless pastor and dismissed by others as a figure of wild speculation, he performed tens of thousands of exorcisms and brought the practice into global conversation. ...read more

Born in Modena, Italy, into a middle-class family, Amorth fought with the partisans during World War II and was decorated for his service. After the war, he briefly entered politics with the Christian Democrats under Giulio Andreotti before being ordained in the early 1950s as a Pauline Father. In 1986, Cardinal Ugo Poletti asked him to assist Rome’s chief exorcist. Amorth soon became the city’s best-known demon-fighter, eventually claiming to have performed tens of thousands of exorcisms—though he clarified that most were short prayers, and only a small fraction involved true possession. Unlike most exorcists, Amorth embraced publicity, giving frequent interviews with a jovial style and startling anecdotes. He spoke of patients who levitated, children with superhuman strength, and objects like nails or keys expelled during rituals. He controversially claimed figures such as Hitler and Stalin were possessed and warned against practices like yoga. In 1990, Amorth founded the International Association of Exorcists, serving as its first president for a decade. He published bestselling books such as An Exorcist Tells His Story (1994), describing encounters with practices like Brazil’s macumba and African witchcraft. While critics within the Catholic Church often kept their distance, Amorth defended his ministry as biblically rooted, pointing to New Testament accounts of Jesus casting out demons. His work unfolded during a period when the Vatican updated the official rite of exorcism in 2004 and stressed the importance of medical evaluation before performing the ritual. Critics such as Father Benedict Groeschel once dismissed him as excessive, but later acknowledged Amorth’s courage and dedication, describing him as “an intelligent and dedicated pastor of souls who had the courage to go where most of us fear to tread.”

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Jean Kazmierczak, 82, of Temple, PA, passed away on February 21, 2020. For 34 years, she drove school buses #45 and #8 for the Oley Valley School District and became beloved for her leadership in the annual safety poster contest and Oley Valley Haunted House. An author, illustrator, and lifelong animal lover, she filled her life with creativity, service, and pets. ...read more

Born in Kenhorst, PA, on July 18, 1937, Jean was the daughter of Michael and Anna Kazmierczak. She worked over three decades as a school bus driver in the Oley Valley School District, last driving in June 2008. During her career, she spearheaded the school bus driver safety poster contest, which was funded through her leadership of the Oley Valley Haunted House in the 1990s. Held at the Oley Fire Company, the haunted house was run by drivers, friends, and families, and became a community favorite—every visitor leaving with an “I survived the Oley Valley Haunted House” sticker. Jean had a love for storytelling, authoring and illustrating three books in her National Chrome series about school bus antics, later compiled in 2019 into The Diaries of Bus 8. She explained the title by noting that “National Chrome” was once the official name of yellow school bus paint. In earlier years, Jean worked in Reading at Pomeroy’s on Penn Street and at Camp Hosiery. She once received an acceptance to the Philadelphia Police Training Academy but chose a different path. In her later life, she enjoyed watching ghost-hunting shows and spending time with her beloved pets. Horses, cats, dogs, birds, and even a bedside fish tank were part of her lifelong love of animals. Jean is survived by her daughter, Roberta “Bobbi” Jean Nye of Temple, and by many beloved pets who will miss her dearly. In lieu of flowers, donations in her memory may be made to the Animal Rescue League of Berks County.

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Wes Craven, the legendary writer-director who redefined horror with A Nightmare on Elm Street and Scream, died on August 30, 2015, at 76. A filmmaker, philosopher, and master of fear, Craven turned suburban dreams into cinematic nightmares—and left behind a legacy that forever changed the genre. Born Wesley Earl Craven on August 2, 1939, in Cleveland, Ohio, ...read more

he grew up in a strict Baptist household before earning a master’s degree in philosophy and writing from Johns Hopkins University. He began his career teaching, later moving into film under pseudonyms before releasing his first feature, The Last House on the Left (1972)—a raw, shocking debut inspired by Ingmar Bergman’s The Virgin Spring. In 1984, Craven transformed horror forever with A Nightmare on Elm Street, introducing the world to Freddy Krueger—a dream-stalking killer who became a cultural icon. The film, starring a young Johnny Depp, spawned a long-running franchise and solidified Craven as a visionary. He later reinvented his own genre with Scream (1996), blending satire and terror into a sharp commentary on horror tropes. Both series earned multiple sequels and continue to influence filmmakers today. Outside of horror, Craven showed his range with Music of the Heart (1999), which earned Meryl Streep an Oscar nomination. He also wrote the sci-fi novel The Fountain Society (2000), produced numerous projects, and served on the Audubon California Board of Directors as a passionate bird conservationist. Known for his intellect and wit, Craven once said, “Horror films don’t create fear. They release it.” His work did exactly that—channeling the darkness of the human psyche into stories that thrilled, terrified, and resonated deeply with audiences around the world. Craven is survived by his wife, producer Iya Labunka; his son, daughter, and stepdaughter. His final projects included producing the MTV Scream series and The Girl in the Photographs, which premiered posthumously at the Toronto International Film Festival. In a 2010 interview, he reflected on his life’s passion: “My goal is to die in my 90s on the set, say, ‘That’s a wrap,’ after the last shot, fall over dead, and have the grips go out and raise a beer to me.” Though gone too soon, his films—and the fears he set free—will never die.

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Shalonda Fields, 49, of Riviera Beach, FL, passed away peacefully on September 14, 2025. A beloved mother, daughter, sister, and friend, she devoted nearly 30 years to the Palm Beach School District, where her kindness and nurturing spirit touched countless lives. Known for her radiant smile, fierce love, and blinged-out nails, Shalonda’s light will never fade. Born on ...read more

November 10, 1975, in Riviera Beach, FL, Shalonda was the cherished daughter and eldest child of Walter Taylor and Joyce Taylor-Farrell. She grew up alongside her siblings, Walter Jr. (“Tubby”) and Monica, learning early the values of family, education, and laughter. Her mother passed down a timeless sense of class and style that Shalonda made entirely her own. Gifted a typewriter as a young girl, she found her calling in education, later serving her community for nearly three decades as a data processor for the Palm Beach School District. Her work at William T. Dwyer High School, West Riviera Elementary School, and Suncoast Community High School made her a maternal figure to students and staff alike. Shalonda was known for her love of horror movies—especially Vampire in Brooklyn and Van Helsing—as well as comedies like Girls Trip and Hocus Pocus. But above all, she was known for her unwavering love for her children: Brianna Joichelle Moncrieffe, Samiya “Mymy” Fields, and Trevon “Tater” Fields. Becoming “Nana” to Justin Brown III in 2013 brought her endless joy. The heartbreaking loss of Brianna in June 2025 was one Shalonda’s heart could not bear, and she passed just months later, reunited with her daughter in peace. Her family and friends will remember her for her humor, loyalty, and radiant energy. She cherished her lifelong friendships with Latoi Asbury-Fray, Sheray Morgan, Samantha Sears, Leontye Mann, and LaShawndra Searcy, and spent countless hours video chatting with her cousin Marva “ButtaBean” Williams, her mother Joyce, brother Walt, and sister Monica. Affectionately known as Shay, Punkin, Aunty Shalonda, Mommy, Nana, and Ms. Fields—she wore every name with pride and love. Though her time was too short, Shalonda lived a life rich in joy, resilience, and love. Her presence brought warmth to every room, and her laughter will echo in the hearts of all who knew her.

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David Paul Kosciuk Sr., 71, of Savannah, Georgia, passed away on June 1, 2023, surrounded by his family. A proud Savannah native and devoted outdoorsman, David spent his life working hard, loving deeply, and enjoying the simple pleasures of fishing, hunting, and time spent by the pool with his dog, Maxwell. Born in Savannah, Georgia, on September 14, 1951, David was the ...read more

son of Edmund L. and Eleanor Kosciuk. A 1969 graduate of Herschel V. Jenkins High School, he briefly served in the National Guard before beginning a long career in the paper-chemical industry. Most recently, he worked with South Eastern Paper and later as an associate at Home Depot after retirement. David was known for his love of the outdoors. Whether hunting, fishing, bird-watching, or simply sitting poolside with his loyal dog Maxwell, he found joy in nature and tranquility in the simple things. Playa del Carmen held a special place in his heart, serving as his favorite getaway. He was preceded in death by his parents, Edmund and Eleanor Kosciuk, and by his first wife, Meredith Lynne Kosciuk, the mother of his two children. David is survived by his wife, Ruthie Kosciuk; his sister, Sandra Fryer; his son, David P. Kosciuk Jr. (Kelly); his daughter, Lauren Abel (Dan); his granddaughters, Grace Ellen Kosciuk and Katelyn Abel; his nephew, Christopher Fryer (Jenny, Nolan, and Colby); as well as two stepdaughters, Cooper and Abby, and their children. The family received friends on June 7, 2023, at Baker McCullough Funeral Home in Savannah, Georgia. In lieu of flowers, donations in David’s memory may be made to the Humane Society of Greater Savannah or a local animal rescue of your choice.

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Debra Hill helped define modern horror. The co-writer and producer of Halloween (1978) with John Carpenter, she created Laurie Strode—the “quiet but defiant” heroine played by Jamie Lee Curtis—and proved that women could thrive in a male-dominated industry. A pioneer behind the camera, her influence still shapes Hollywood today. Born in Philadelphia on November 10, 1950, read more

and raised in Haddonfield, New Jersey—the namesake for Halloween’s fictional town—Debra Hill grew up loving movies and storytelling. After earning a sociology degree from Temple University, she worked as a flight attendant before entering the film world as a production assistant and script supervisor. Her breakout came when she teamed up with John Carpenter to co-write and produce Halloween (1978). Hill wrote the script in just three weeks, bringing her real-life babysitting experiences to the story. Made on a modest budget of $320,000, the film grossed over $70 million worldwide and became one of the most successful independent films ever made. Hill not only helped revive the slasher genre but also gave it a heroine who redefined horror—Jamie Lee Curtis’s Laurie Strode. Known for her meticulous production style and her ability to manage demanding shoots, Hill earned the respect of her crews and colleagues. “She established herself very early on as a thorough and capable producer,” Curtis later said. Film historian Jeanine Basinger added, “She brought the proof that a woman can do anything in successful filmmaking that men do.” Hill’s collaborations with Carpenter continued through The Fog and Escape from New York, and she later broke new ground by co-founding one of Hollywood’s first female-led producing teams with Lynda Obst. Together, they produced Clue, Adventures in Babysitting, and The Fisher King—famously securing Grand Central Terminal for its unforgettable waltz scene on short notice. Off set, Hill was known for her warmth and humor, hosting dinner parties and playing piano. Even after losing her legs to cancer, she celebrated life with a disco-themed birthday party. She passed away on March 7, 2005, at the age of 54. In a 2003 speech, Hill reflected, “I realized that a woman can be successful in a man’s world.” The Producers Guild of America later established a fellowship in her name to honor filmmakers who embody her drive, professionalism, and fearless creativity.

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Amber Kelleher-Andrews, 56, a matchmaker and co–chief executive of Kelleher International, passed away on April 13, 2025, at her home in Montecito, California. Known for uniting some of the world’s most notable people, she transformed elite matchmaking into an art of connection, compassion, and lasting relationships. Amber Kelleher-Andrews, known professionally as ...read more

Amber Kelleher, was the longtime chief executive—and later co–chief executive with John Berg—of Kelleher International, the luxury matchmaking firm founded by her mother, Jill Kelleher. She helped reshape the world of elite matchmaking, expanding the San Francisco–based company into a global enterprise with offices across the United States, Europe, and Asia, and serving a clientele that included Hollywood celebrities, Fortune 500 executives, professional athletes, and royalty. Born Amber Jannelle Van Lent on March 31, 1969, in San Francisco and raised in Marin County and Los Angeles, she began her career as an actress before joining Kelleher International in 1995. Two years later, she opened its Los Angeles office and became chief executive in 2000, favoring a personal, intuitive approach to pairing people over algorithms. “We’ve been called the world’s most exclusive club,” she once said. “We don’t just match people. We change lives.” Under her leadership, the company recorded its best year in 2024. Beyond her professional success, Amber was deeply philanthropic. In 2012, she launched a charitable division within the company and co-hosted the “Success to Significance” retreat on Sir Richard Branson’s Necker Island in support of Virgin Unite, later joining its board. Branson said of her, “Her joy, love and sheer determination…was awe-inspiring.” In later years, she turned her focus toward real estate and philanthropy, continuing her lifelong commitment to bringing people together. She is survived by her husband of more than 25 years, Nico Andrews; their three children; her brother; and her mother, Jill Kelleher. “Connection,” she once said, “is the most powerful force we have.”

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Eugene Marion Espy, of Atlanta, Georgia, and formerly of Macon, passed away peacefully surrounded by family on August 22, 2025, at the age of 98. Known to many as a trailblazer, Gene became the second person to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail, a man whose quiet determination and love for nature inspired generations of hikers. Born on April 14, 1927, in Cordele, Georgia, ...read more

Gene was the son of the late Alto Lee Espy and Iona Peterman Espy. A natural leader and lifelong learner, he became Cordele’s first Eagle Scout in 1943 and graduated the following year as Valedictorian and Senior Class President from Cordele High School. After enrolling at the Georgia Institute of Technology, Gene left to serve his country in the U.S. Navy during World War II before returning to complete his studies. A member of the Alpha Tau Omega fraternity and clarinet player in the Tech marching band, he graduated in 1950 with a B.S. in Industrial Management, proudly calling himself “a helluva engineer.” Gene lived for adventure. He built wooden boats, taught himself to water ski on Lake Blackshear, and once sailed 300 miles solo down the Ocmulgee River to the Intracoastal Waterway. As a teenager, he cycled 740 miles alone and later hitchhiked and rode his motorcycle up Stone Mountain—each journey marked by courage and curiosity. At just 24 years old, Gene became the second person to complete a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail in 1951. Seeking, as he said, “to see God through nature,” he finished the 2,000-mile trek in 123 days, kneeling in gratitude at Mt. Katahdin. His gear from that journey remains on display at Amicalola Falls State Park, where he often returned to share stories with aspiring hikers. In 2011, Gene was honored as one of six inaugural inductees into the Appalachian Trail Hall of Fame. His autobiography, The Trail of My Life, and his countless speeches captured both the challenge and joy of the journey—but Gene was always more interested in others’ adventures. His legacy lives on in the countless hikers and dreamers he inspired. Professionally, Gene spent thirty years as an aeronautical engineer at Robins Air Force Base, following earlier work overseeing the building of shrimp trawlers and clothing manufacturing. A devoted Christian and community member, he belonged to Highland Hills Baptist Church, the Macon Exchange Club, the Macon Lions Club, the Macon Touchdown Club, the Appalachian Trail Conservancy, ALDHA, the Georgia Appalachian Trail Club, and the Georgia Wilderness Society—which created The Gene Espy Award in his honor. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Appalachian Trail Museum, the Georgia Appalachian Trail Club, or Highland Hills Baptist Church.

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Isabel Pearl “BooBooDog” Norton Mejia, a spirited and loving Black Mouth Cur rescued from a rural highway in Roseboro, North Carolina, trotted into her family’s hearts in December 2015 and remained their most loyal companion until November 2, 2025. Known for her speed, smarts, and soft heart, she lived each day with joy and devotion. Isabel Pearl “BooBooDog” Norton Mejia ...read more

came into this world’s story by chance and grace. Found after Christmas of 2015 on a country road in Roseboro, North Carolina, she was rescued with the help of a denim-clad farmer who stopped to help. What began as a heartbreaking sight—a six-week-old puppy covered in fleas, ticks, and lice—quickly became a story of transformation. She grew into a strong, striking 70-pound Black Mouth Cur, full of vitality, courage, and love.

Isabel was a natural athlete. Her favorite pastime was running, sometimes as far as eight miles, proudly taking her place as “Leader of the Pack” beside her mom. She was a relentless squirrel chaser (and once, a successful one), preferring the thrill of keep-away to simple games of fetch.

Ever watchful, she guarded her yard with pride—though naps sometimes interrupted her patrols. She ruled the household with affection and humor, enforcing the “cheese tax” with unwavering consistency. Clever and eager, Isabel mastered an impressive list of tricks, from spins to handshakes, always performed with her signature sparkle.

Her heart belonged to the outdoors—especially her peaceful walks through Bonaventure Cemetery with her Grimmie. She found joy in car rides with the windows down, and comfort in quiet nights spent curled up beside her parents.

Isabel’s passing leaves an immeasurable void. She is survived by her loving parents, Lizzy and Phillip; her Grimmie, Patricia; her furry siblings Jimmy, Wynnogene, Franklin, Tina, and Cozy; and countless friends who adored her.

The family extends deep gratitude to Dr. Mulvey and his team at Savannah Veterinary Medicine for their devoted care over the years; Dr. Woods and his team at Savannah Veterinary Internal Medicine for their quick and compassionate action; Dr. Renner at Charleston Veterinary Referral Center for providing clarity with kindness; and the staff at Urgent Pet Care Savannah for their tenderness during Isabel’s final moments. Her remains are entrusted to Good Shepard Pet Services.

Isabel Pearl truly lived up to her name—precious, radiant, and unforgettable. She embodied loyalty, strength, and joy, leaving behind pawprints of love that will never fade.

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My name is Sonia Todd, and I died of cancer at the age of 38. I decided to write my own obituary because they are usually written in one of two ways—either as a detailed timeline of minor accomplishments or as an overly poetic tribute that makes the deceased sound like a deity. ...read more

I didn’t like either approach. The truth is, I never really accomplished anything of great note, aside from giving birth to my two wonderful sons, James and Jason; marrying my gracious husband, Brian; and accepting the Lord Jesus Christ as my savior. None of those require a lot of space or expense to say. I didn’t want my friends sitting around trying to come up with glowing stories that weren’t entirely true. I just tried to do the best I could. Sometimes I succeeded, most of the time I failed, but I tried. For all my sarcasm and complaints, I really did love people. I didn’t always say or do the right thing, and when you reach the end, those are the things you regret—the little hurts you caused along the way. My life wasn’t perfect, and there were many bumps in the road. I’d gladly erase my teenage and early twenties years to undo some of those fashion and hair disasters from the ’80s. But overall, I enjoyed life and learned from every challenge. There are perks to dying “youngish.” I still owed student loans—the joke’s on them, I’m not paying. I’m also no longer afraid of serial killers, telemarketers, or the IRS. No more worries about wrinkles, the ozone layer, or political ads. Some people thought writing my own obituary was morbid. I thought it was wonderful—I get to say thank you. Thank you to everyone who loved me, taught me, cared for me, laughed with me, and made my life so worthwhile. I was truly blessed. If you want to do something in my memory, do this:

- Volunteer at a school, church, or library.
- Write to someone who made a difference in your life.
- If you smoke—quit. If you drink and drive—stop.
- Turn off the electronics and take a kid out for ice cream.
- Forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it.
- Stop at every kid’s lemonade stand and brag about their product.
- Make someone smile today if it’s in your power to do so.

My life was simple, imperfect, and full of love—and that’s more than enough. View Full Obituary at Original Source

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Conchata Ferrell, beloved for her unforgettable portrayal of Berta on Two and a Half Men, passed away at 77 from complications following cardiac arrest. Known for her unmistakable wit, warmth, and decades of acclaimed work across stage and screen, she left a legacy cherished by fans and colleagues alike. Actress Conchata Ferrell, best known for her Emmy-nominated role ...read more

as the sharp-witted housekeeper Berta on the CBS sitcom Two and a Half Men, died at age 77, surrounded by her family following complications from cardiac arrest. Born on March 28, 1943, in Loudendale, West Virginia, Ferrell began her artistic journey on the stage as a member of the Circle Repertory Company. She appeared in the original Off-Broadway cast of Lanford Wilson’s The Hot L Baltimore, later joining the 1975 ABC television adaptation. The series, noted for its controversial themes—including characters who were prostitutes—was one of the earliest on ABC to carry a viewer advisory. Her stage career extended to productions such as Tennessee Williams’ Battle of Angels (later known as Orpheus Descending) and William Inge’s Picnic at the Ahmanson Theatre. Throughout the early years of her screen career, Ferrell made appearances in numerous television series, including One Day at a Time, The Rockford Files, Good Times, and The Love Boat. She also held regular roles on B.J. and the Bear and the sitcom E/R. Her breakout film moment came in 1988 when she portrayed Leona, the tough but warm restaurant owner in the hit film Mystic Pizza, starring opposite Julia Roberts. Her career continued to grow steadily, with a featured role in CBS’s A Peaceable Kingdom in 1989 and a three-season run on NBC’s acclaimed legal drama L.A. Law, for which she earned an Emmy nomination. The 1990s saw her star opposite John Ritter on Hearts Afire and make appearances in Townies, Teen Angel, and the mystery series Push, Nevada. In 2003, Ferrell joined the cast of Two and a Half Men, where her portrayal of Berta quickly became a beloved staple of the show’s long run. Her dry humor, impeccable timing, and underlying warmth made the character iconic. Jon Cryer, her co-star, shared a heartfelt tribute: “She was a beautiful human. Berta’s gruff exterior was an invention of the writers. Chatty’s warmth and vulnerability were her real strengths. I’m crying for the woman I’ll miss.” View Full Obituary Photo or Source

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Gerard “Jerry” Thomas Longe, 71, of Omaha, Nebraska, passed away at home on March 15, 2025, following a battle with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. Born in New Bedford, Massachusetts, Jerry devoted his life to the stage, spending 45 years as a professional actor and appearing in nearly 100 productions across Omaha and regional theaters. The eldest child of Garland (Ted) ...read more

Thomas Longe and Virginia Marie Longe, Jerry built a celebrated career rooted in storytelling, connection, and heart. While he performed in countless roles, he became most beloved for portraying Ebenezer Scrooge in the Omaha Community Playhouse’s annual production of A Christmas Carol. Chosen as the “new” Scrooge in 2006, Jerry delighted audiences for 17 years, retiring from the role in 2022.

Jerry often spoke of what a privilege it was to bring Scrooge to life, a character whose journey of redemption deeply resonated with his own. With 21 years of sobriety, Jerry was profoundly grateful for the fellowship of recovery that gave him his life back. Scrooge’s promise to keep Christmas in his heart mirrored Jerry’s commitment to live each day “happy, joyous and free.”

Though his career was long and admired, Jerry held his most cherished roles offstage—as a devoted husband, father, and grandfather. He shared his spark of magic with audiences far and wide, but it was his love for family and the depth of his humanity that defined him most.

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LeAnna Francine Carreon, age 53, was born on May 8, 1971, and passed away on Wednesday, December 25, 2024. LeAnna left a lasting positive impression wherever she went, effortlessly drawing people in with her warmth and ability to make everyone feel like a friend. She loved live music, time spent by the beach or poolside, and being surrounded by those she loved. ...read more

LeAnna never knew a stranger—her kindness and magnetic personality made that impossible. Family was the center of her world, and she treasured traveling, family vacations, and even long car rides together. She found joy in shopping, hosting her beloved annual Fourth of July pool party, and spending quiet moments on her patio with her flowers. A devoted dog lover, LeAnna could often be found outside with her husky and two chihuahuas, soaking in the simple pleasures of home and companionship. She is survived by her children, Brock (Karly) DeVaughn, Salena (Brett C.) Carreon, and Vincent Carreon; her grandchildren, Bodie and Kambrie DeVaughn and Beau Chandler; her mother, Donna Speed; her stepmother, Victoria Porter; her sister, Lori Carrara; two nephews and one niece; along with a host of extended family members and dear friends who will miss her deeply. LeAnna was preceded in death by her father, Larry Porter, and her stepfather, David Speed. View Full Obituary at Original Source

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Santa A. Claus, age unknown, of Easton, passed away on Thursday, August 27, 2020. A man whose name alone brought smiles, Santa lived a life defined by service, community, and an unmistakable holiday spirit, most famously embodied through his long-running role as Santa Claus at the Concord Mall in Delaware. Born in Allentown, Santa was the son of the late ...read more

Patrick F. and Martha M. (Matchette) Allen. He was the devoted husband of Dolores M. (Searfass), and together they celebrated 58 years of marriage this past April. Over the years, Santa worked a wide variety of jobs, including positions with Mack Trucks, fence contracting, and truck driving. His most beloved and memorable role, however, was spreading joy as Santa Claus, a role he embraced for many years and for which he was widely known. Santa was a member of Our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church in Easton and the former St. Lawrence the Martyr Church in North Catasauqua. He was a life member of the Tri-Boro Sportsman Club and earned widespread recognition for his accomplishments in trap shooting. Among his many unique contributions, Santa helped raise a sunken barge that was later used on the Lehigh Canal. Deeply committed to his community, Santa was a long-time member of the Allentown St. Patrick’s Parade Committee and the Lehigh County Division 1 Ancient Order of Hibernians, where he held all degrees. He also dedicated 27 years of service as a volunteer fireman at various fire companies. In lieu of flowers, contributions in Santa’s memory may be made to a charity of your choice. View Full Obituary at Original Source

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