"An obit is, to be sure, a courtesy to the bereaved. In reading a published account of the heroics and losses, the trials or triumphs, and especially the redemptive experiences of a loved one, family and friends are reinforced in their knowledge that the loss was a punctuation mark on a life lived in earnest."
Jack Sullivan was a lover of family, friends, and Budwiser. He could be counted on to help a friend or even a stranger in need; it didn't matter if it was a ride to the airport or a doctor's office, digging a trench for a utility hook up, or even moving a boat under the cover of darkness.
In her usual generous style, she presented a pan of her famous lasagna to her Heavenly Father. Requesting the assistance of His Beloved Son, God the Father directed that the earthly gift of lasagna be blessed and distributed to the multitudes. Saint Peter, working on his third helping and thanking God for Jesus' "miracle," was overheard saying, "finally, we got someone who can cook!"
He was a thinker and tinkerer. He could rebuild an engine or design and build a shed. He liked fixing or repurposing things and solving problems, as well as tutoring math when asked. Charlie was a good Samaritan, a fair man and gentleman, and he could make you laugh out loud with his one-liners that he seemed able to pull out of the air.
Bob came from a bloodline with an unusually strong constitution that unless shortened by cancer or hard liquor could easily live until their 90's without problem. Sadly had it not been for the Asbestosis he was exposed to while working his trade there is no doubt he could have racked up another dozen years of "good" life.