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Jan Lois Lynch
1943 - 2018
Jan Lois Lynch of Evansville, Indiana and native of Boston Massachusetts passed away on October 18, 2018. Her sudden and untimely death came as quite a shock as she was only diagnosed with advanced COPD, advanced emphysema, advanced heart disease, cystic fibrosis, chronic bronchitis, stroke, extreme stubbornness, restless leg syndrome, and arm chair quarterback.
Jan is survived by her four loving sons, Jeff (Missy) Patterson, Greg (Billie) Patterson, Jake (Emily) Lomax, and Luke (Mabel) Lomax and eight grandchildren whom she loved more than anything else in the world…except the New England Patriots, the Boston Red Sox, Tom Brady, cold Budweiser, room temperature Budweiser, cigarettes, dogs, mopeds, clam chowder, boating, fishing, Florida, the Atlantic Ocean, grouper sandwiches, adventures, road trips, the beach, Sunday Night Football, Monday Night Football, fall foliage, airplane food, ingrown toenails, the OJ chase, and the OJ trial – in that exact order.
Jan graduated from the University of Evansville with a degree in English Literature achieving magna cum laude honors, while working 2-3 jobs and raising her four sons – one of whom turned out OK. It's still unclear who her favorite son was, thus the final ruling must be litigated in family court…or at a bar.
Jan will be missed dearly by all who knew her. She was an incredible woman. She had an unparalleled zest for life and an infectious laugh that thankfully was passed down to her sons and their children. From standing on a bridge in the middle of a hurricane, to jumping off the highest cliffs at Rough River, to dangling her feet over a 5,000 foot cliff at the edge of the Grand Canyon so she could "see what it felt like to feel that fear", she taught us that all the really good things in life are beyond the "Do Not Enter" signs. She always put her children first – her selflessness was beyond reproach. She will live on in our hearts, minds, thoughts, prayers, and laughs forever.
Following her wishes, there will not be a funeral service. However, well-wishers are encouraged to write a note of farewell on a Budweiser can and drink it in her honor. And remember to live life to the fullest and laugh, laugh, and then laugh some more.
The family would like to express a special and sincere thanks to Teresa, Dana, and Ashley with Deaconess VNA Home Care and Hospice for their passion, dedication, and patience.
Published in Courier Press on Oct. 28, 2018
Jeffery Alan Boughton
1955 - 2018
Susquehanna - Jeff Boughton, 62 of Susquehanna, PA lost his life on August 7, 2018. We have been looking for him ever since but can't find him. Jeff was last seen by his wife Nancy (Wood) Boughton at their home. His mother Doris (Limbert) Boughton and children Christi Boughton Albert, Julie (Pete) Rowe, and Mitch (Nancy) Boughton have hired Ajax Investigations to help locate him and they need your help!
In the past Jeff may have been found at a car auction or yard sale with his father Clyde Boughton.
Other places Jeff may be found include bowling with his grandson Liam, snuggling and watching cartoons with his other grandchildren, Rowan, Adelyn, Logan, Stella, and Porter or collecting data in hopes of drafting champion fantasy teams.
Other places that may be useful to look are at his record shop or anywhere that vinyl record albums may be found or maybe napping with his dog Lucy or hunting the snack aisle at the grocery store.
We believe his renowned sign on Route 171 may provide a clue as to his whereabouts.
We are conducting a search party on Friday August 17th from 5-8pm at Hennessy's Funeral Home in Susquehanna, PA. The search party will regather on Saturday August 18th at 11am at Brushville Baptist Church, 4572 Brushville Road, Susquehanna, PA.
We strongly believe that flowers will not be useful in locating Jeff, instead St. Jude Children's Research Hospital has agreed to assist in the search with your generous donation.
Published in Binghamton Press & Sun-Bulletin on Aug. 12, 2018
Danny Lloyd
Sep 13, 1953 – Apr 25, 2018
Danny Lloyd, aka Rooster, aka Winston, aka Pizza Pop, passed away on April 25th at the age of 64, “to avoid having to pay taxes for the past year and to avoid another year of his New York Yankees not winning the World Series.”
A celebration of life will be held at 5:00 pm on Sunday, May 20, 2018 at Davidson Funeral Home in Lexington. The family will receive friends following the service.
Danny is survived by his sons, Frank Callicutt (Beth) and Chris Lloyd; daughters, Abbie Callicutt and Heather Lloyd, all of Lexington and five grandchildren; Mary Lloyd, Anabell and Abbie Callicutt, and Liam and Charlie Blackerby. He is also survived by three siblings; James Lloyd (Tanya), David Lloyd and Suzie Lloyd. He was preceded in death by his parents, Charles and Barbara Kimball Lloyd.
He was a generous man – giving away many of his possessions in the months before he died. He even left his car to twelve different friends, depending upon who visited him last. He was a life-long ticket scalper and broker, or as he called it “a facilitator of supply/demand economics.” Once when asked about any regrets from his ticket sales, Danny confessed, “There was that time I told a Carolina fan that he needed to buy my ticket immediately if he wanted to hear Dean Smith sing the National Anthem.”
Danny was cremated – for two reasons: There could be no viewing since his family refused to honor his request to have him standing in the corner of the room with a sign saying “Buying Tickets” in one hand, and in his other hand a sign saying “Selling Tickets” so that he would appear natural and life-like to his visitors.
Because his brother played football for Wake Forest University, Danny was a lifelong Demon Deacon fan, and he had respectfully requested six Wake Forest pall bearers so that the “Deacs” could “let him down” one last time.
Danny has informed Hampton Inn that they can finally reinstate their pledge to not charge anyone who is not 100% satisfied, as he will no longer be staying there.
For those attending his memorial service, please ignore Danny’s scalper friends who might be offering to upgrade your seat for a small price. To any crooks reading this: None of the family and friends attending this service have anything of value. Remember, he gave his car to a dozen of us. And one of his sons is Chris “Country” Lloyd, so it is certainly not worth the risk.
Danny Lloyd loved his siblings a little bit, and his children even more. But those grandkids…they stole his heart. They were the reason he lived his final 4 years with a sober mind and a giving heart.
We loved him. And we already miss him.
Philip Dayton Thorpe
1934 - 2018
"I told you this
would happen"
Philip Dayton Thorpe, born in Salt Lake City, April 1, 1934, to Ward R. & Phyllis Dayton Thorpe, and whose birth probably marked the beginning of April Fools' Day, died April 10, 2018, from causes related to life-long obesity and sleeping standing up. His grave marker will read "This corpse, is Phil Thorpe's."
Clod, as he was called even by those who knew his name, lived such a boring life that watching paint dry caused him to hyperventilate. His accomplishments will be published at a later date, if any are discovered. He served as an artillery officer in the U.S. Army. Canada wouldn't take him because, so they said, they don't go to war much up there. He served 3 missions for the LDS Church but they stopped sending him because he always came back. He picked up 3 University degrees along the way, two of which he had to return.
He was superceded in death by several billion people and is survived by his beloved wife of 55 years, Linda (Bird). She knew that she had married way beneath herself as they honeymooned at the SL County land-fill. She gave him six wonderful children-one at a time: Devin (Gail), Tiffany (Henry) Black, Natalie (John) Child, Jeremy (Angela), Bricker (Bridgett), and Christian (Ciara). They, in turn, provided 7 grandchildren, Dayton, Adam, Avery, Allie, Katlyn, Emerson and Sophie, along with 7 step-grandchildren, Riachle, Reagen, Courtney, Catie, Markessa (David), Alyssa (Eric) and Dalton, and 5 step-great grandchildren Alexander, Israel, Natalia, Yesenia and Avayha-Lynne. Also, his younger brother Scott (Kathy) Thorpe, sisters Shanna Baggaley and Patricia (Dick) Winzenried, all outlived him.
In keeping with one of society's morbid mores, there will be a wee wake Sunday evening for twenty minutes and for six minutes before the funeral the following day.
The price of admission to each of these events is one can of food, for his wife to whom he left nearly nothing. Burial will be in his backyard beside the dog his wife would never let him have.
Please don't send flowers. If you have a rush of generosity, then please just give to your favorite charity. Tell them Phil sent you.
The above was composed by our beloved Philip in his classic self-deprecating, hilarious fashion. We extend a heartfelt invitation to his friends, family, and missionaries to the funeral services on Monday, April 16, 2018 at 11:00 AM at the Cottonwood 4th & 7th Ward Chapel, 5565 S Neighbor Lane (1600 E.), SLC, the very same chapel where he served as Bishop. Viewings will be held Sunday evening, April 15, 2018 from 6-8:00 PM at the Holbrook Mortuary, 3251 S 2300 E, SLC and at the church Monday, from 9:30-10:30 AM prior to the service. Interment will follow at the Holladay Memorial Cemetery. Guestbook to post messages and tributes for the family available at: HolbrookMortuary.com
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Published in Salt Lake Tribune from Apr. 13 to Apr. 15, 2018
Havens, Barbara Bryant
1956 - 2018
Barbara Ann Bryant was born the youngest of three children to Dr. William Walter Bryant and Betty Bird Bryant on February 24, 1956. She spent her youngest years in Cambridge, Ohio where her father (and we should say very best friend) was a family doctor. She moved to Orange, Texas when she was 8 and quickly rose to fame due to her incredible long-distance running talents. This of course stirred feelings of jealousy in her older siblings, Bill and Cathy, but her charm was so overwhelming that they couldn't help but adore her. She graduated from High School early, and attended Texas Christian University where she met and subsequently fell in love with many men, but finally settled on a bespectacled boy from Upper Arlington, Ohio named Thomas Havens. What a pair they were. From New York to New Orleans, Pyongyang to Paris, they went everywhere and did everything with a cocktail in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Most importantly, they laughed & God did they laugh.
The typical things followed: moves, marriage, and careers until one day she found herself pregnant. They moved back to Dallas and she gave birth to baby boy, John Franklin Havens II. There were slightly fewer cocktails, but just as many laughs. Before John was a year old they found themselves back in Columbus and Barbara was finally able to pursue her one true calling: being a mother. She was great at it. Four years later a daughter came, but much too early at only 25 weeks. The only day Barbara was not at the hospital caring and praying for her daughter, Parker Raine, was her son's 4th birthday, and she went back to the hospital after her son was asleep hugging his transformers.
People often say that their children are their life, but few live it as completely and with as much joy as Barbara. She was a perennial room mother, and volunteer at Columbus School for Girls, and wherever her son was currently attending. She was a fixture.
Oh, we almost forgot to mention: She. Was. Stunning. 5'10" with hair the color of an oak leaf in fall and legs for days! On the night of a fundraiser Tom and Barbara were hosting for Columbus Ballet Met at Villa Deshler, she stood at the top of the stairs and was so devastatingly gorgeous that Tom literally couldn't breathe! He passed out and was rushed to OSU hospital; to this day he hears a faint ringing in his left ear.
Barbara was also a very early advocate for LGBT rights, and HIV/AIDS funding and research, having lost some very close friends to the disease and vowing to not let it happen to anyone else. It was a bit of a lofty goal, but she always was a touch dramatic. She loved old movies, The RED Party, David Bowie, reading, art in all of its forms and doing literally anything with her children. She loved her nieces and nephews, Bryant, Patti, Angie, Nathan and Billy, and drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes with her sister at the breakfast table while ordering useless crap off of QVC.
She loved her friends Denny, Alex, Dru, Tom and a million others. She loved her mother Betty. She loved making people laugh and being made to laugh. Time passed and her children grew and went off to college, though Barbara and Parker still spoke daily. They mostly talked about John. Barbara continued to be active, with the help of her personal assistant of 20 years William Hubbard, in HRC Columbus, The Columbus Arts Council, Columbus School for Girls, The Aids Quilt Project and anyone, I mean literally anyone, who needed or asked for it.
Barbara had a large vocabulary, but "no" was not included. In 2009, she got a chance to pursue her true calling once again with the birth of her first granddaughter, Isabeau Raine Havens, a redhead just like her! Two more would follow, Nola Jane and Willow Reed, and after a quick trip to the nearest phone booth Barbara became Super Nana! She so loved being back as CSG to pick up the girls from school and head to COSI or Bicentennial Park, or to attend Grandparents Day in red leather gloves and a fox fur throw.
In 2014, her daughter and son-in-law Dean, adopted Sir Winston Churchill, a snarl-toothed Frenchie who was quite fond of rides on Nana's lap, and the family was complete. Again, so much laughter. Her passing was sudden and unexpected, but she took her last breathe surrounded by her children in peace, though we were disappointed at no last witty quip. Her father, big brother and Corbett Reynolds along with too many friends to name (you know we pay for this by the word, right?) were waiting with open arms on the other side as she finally got out of that damn wheel chair and retired to a Louis XIII style chaise lounge like the lady that she was.
We love you Mom!! Service to be held at 11 am Saturday, February 10 at Schoedinger Northwest Chapel, 1740 Zollinger Road, Upper Arlington, Ohio 43221, with a cocktail reception at M Restaurant to follow from 1-3pm. In lieu of flowers, Barbara has requested donations to the Columbus School for Girls Scholarship Fund. Gifts in her memory can be made online at www.columbusschoolforgirls.org/giving/give-now or by mail to Columbus School for Girls Department of Development, 65 S. Drexel Avenue, Columbus, Ohio 43209.
Published in The Columbus Dispatch from Feb. 7 to Feb. 9, 2018
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