Obituary:
When he started to school, Mikey was his name, about that time he decided hockey would be his game. He played this fast game for over forty years, about the last ten he skated in lower gears. We got him a BB gun when he was about nine, one of his first targets was another boy’s behind. He would walk to high school then he really liked to rest, but when he played hockey and football he was one of the very best. To play on land or water, he has most of the toys so he can join in with some of the good old boys. He likes to spend a few days out in the woods hunting deer; he think the best part of the hunt is when he opens that first beer. In the winter time when we get that first big snow, he uncovers his snowmobile and says baby I am ready to go. I believe he has rode a snowmobile half way around the globe, and yes, some where along the way he has sampled a Michelob. I am going to end this poem with just one more thing to say; we all hope you will enjoy this party, that is for your sixtieth birthday.
