My great-uncle, Pete Newman, passed away last week at the age of 86. He was the youngest brother of my paternal grandfather, Louis Newman. I didn't know Uncle Pete all that well, but I always enjoyed talking to him whenever I got the chance, because he was wildly entertaining. The last time I saw him was a couple of years ago, at his brother, Jim's, funeral. He was sitting on his walker, smoking a cigarette and talking about grabbing a beer.
The reason I'm writing this post is because I thought his obituary in the local paper was pretty entertaining, as well. So I thought I would just pass it along.
He was a damn good man.