This was in our local newspaper and it caught my eye because it was so long this is part of it. I think it is wonderful and wonder if he wrote it before he died or if the "bad son" wrote it. It started out by telling a bit of history of his life.
"he was part of the China Burma India theater flying supplies over the hump to the US Allies to defeat the Japanese. Her rode elephants, fought off tigers and had a pet mongoose named Sammy to protect him form the cobras. The army wouldn't let him bring Sammy back to the US and he was brokenhearted. He started smoking at age 12 but had to give up his Pall Malls 70 years later at age 82. He attributed his long life to avoiding doctors for more than 70 years; he had never had an antibiotic until he was in his 80's. If he got a sore throat, he smoked Kools and still went to work. He drank two pots of Strong Chase and Sanborn coffee daily with plenty of cream. Hated vegetables, loved the fat off pork chops, red meat and fried chicken. He attributed his full head of red hair to the daily use of Lifebuoy soap. He drank a quart of half-and-half daily and had incredibly low cholesterol, but the ciggies got him in the end. He had COPD.At age 82 he was up on his roof cleaning it, and his son stole all three of his ladders. Bad son! Later that year he was T-boned in an intersection when the other driver blew the light; the car was totaled and the air bag deployed but he did not go to the doctor. His son took away his license...bad son! .... He will be buried in his flannel shirt and carpenter overalls, taking with him his favorite hammer, tape measure, Listerine, a bar of Lifebuoy and Lava, duct tape, caulk a can of Chase and Sanborn and a pack of nonfiltered Pall Malls"