Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Renay Mandel Corren, 84, leaves her favorite son, the gay one who writes catty obituaries

A plus-sized Jewish lady redneck died in El Paso on Saturday. Of itself hardly news, or good news if you're the type that subscribes to the notion that anybody not named you dying in El Paso, Texas is good news. In which case have I got news for you: the bawdy, fertile, redheaded matriarch of a sprawling Jewish-Mexican-Redneck American family has kicked it.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Leslie Roy Charping, dies at 74, "much longer than he deserved"

At a young age, Leslie quickly became a model example of bad parenting combined with mental illness and a complete commitment to drinking, drugs, womanizing and being generally offensive. (H/T Peter Elikann)

Friday, September 23, 2016

Wayne Neal, 74, ornery ole bastard

Wayne Neal has exited his rickety old body, having lived twice as long as he expected and way longer than he deserved. He passed on September 11, 2016, at 74 years old. He often wished in his later years that he had not treated his body like a Tavern. (H/T Peter Elikann)

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Sue Sheeler, lived loud up to the end

The gnarled branches of a massive oak tree nearly scrape the roof outside Sue Sheeler's bedroom where the limbs hang low, visible from nearly every window. During construction of the home in 1984, builders suggested she remove the tree - they weren't sure how much longer it would live, they said, and uprooting it would make construction easier. No, she told them. No trees will be cut down. Build the house around them. Over the next decade the tree shaded her family as both expanded. Her children grew into adults under its thick branches. Its deep-grooved bark soon absorbed the laughs of her grandchildren.

Monday, November 9, 2009

He disdained moderation in all things

"As he grew to young manhood, so did his love for everything physical and anything outdoors. A parade of outdoor sporting gear--bikes, skateboards, wake boards, snow boards--seemed constantly to attach and re-attach itself to his feet. He was Austin-grown, through and through, a perfect fit for this city and its surrounding terrain. He did nothing at half-speed, knew no half-measures and disdained moderation in all things."