Obituary
At 47 years old, Mike (AKA Butt Head, Zombie, Ox, and a few other names we can't mention here) decided to leave Midgard (Earth), Viking style, heading for Valhalla, but ended up in Helheim (where Vikings go when they die of natural causes) because he left chill and not in battle.
He left behind innumerable women with broken hearts, his battle buddies and fellow nerds, many unpurchased motorcycles and a few iron steeds of his own, bikers with black eyes, and an unused Viking long ship. He is remembered for his gruff exterior and soft chewy nougat. Michael served in the U.S. Army as an Orkey Chirurgeon and wandered the West Coast of ‘Merka eventually migrating like so many others through underground tunnels into Texas where he just ran out of ‘ish and decided to leave. It’s believed he chose to stay in Helheim because he was just out of fux for Midgard and didn’t want to participate in Ragnorok. (may or may not be fabricated, fact checking on Snopes.com doesn’t bring up any records.)
While he was known to have a hard exterior, he had three types of people in his life. He loved you with everything, could care less as long as you left him alone, or stay the eff out of my sight or else. You always knew where you stood because he never minced words.
Mike is survived by his mother, Judy Mead, father, Jimmy Davis, siblings, and numerous nieces and nephews who all love him deeply and will miss him greatly...even when he had to have the last word! We got you this time, bro!
Written by Ram, brother-in-law and fellow nut case...he actually chose to marry into the family!
Translation to Vikings For Dummies by sisters, the “awesome” Tina, who knew more than him and is finally able to get the last word in “nuh uh”… is that actually a word? And “the breeder” Renee, who birthed his nephew and a ridiculous count of nieces because Renee couldn’t figure out what caused them, clue… it wasn’t the water.
Update
Mike passed peacefully in his sleep due to heart failure.
Our family is so thankful for your loving words and memories. It eases our loss knowing that he was loved by so many. Thank you for being a part of his life! And a special thanks to everyone who contributed to assist us with his end of life expenses. He has made it safely back into the care his mother.
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—Matrix—
We met in high school and spent oh so much time hanging out, watching movies, playing D&D, and all the things that young nerds do. It’s funny, being a part of my life during that time and due to his personality I never thought he would be anything so mundane as us getting old. However, time moved on as it always does and during a trip to Alaska while on break from college we caught up in the only way we knew how, over too much coffee at Village Inn.
I had recently come out to my friends and was enjoying my newish life not having to hide. During the course of our conversation he inquired as to how my family was taking the news, which was easy to talk about because I hadn’t told them yet. His response wasn’t what I expected, he said “I don’t know how you can do that… you’ve told all of us and we love you for who you are and I don’t understand how you can not share who you are with your family.” That night I wrote a letter to my family that I sent, via snail mail, coming out to everyone given the courage from a friend. The lesson was simple, you’re enough as you are, so be proud.
Years later we would reconnect in our late 30s and I would be able to tell him about what an impact he had on my life. He made a joke that it was easier to get me to do it rather than sending out lewd photos of me that may or may not be photoshopped. While he didn’t outright say it, I knew it meant he still had my back. So while I would never have expected him to grow old I know that I will owe my happiness as I grow old, at least in part, to that strange ogre of a man. Rest well my friend.
SGT Martinez... Hooah
Never forget you, Ox.
*Leah
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