Illinois father toasted by daughter in sweet obituary

ALTON, IL (KTVI) — An obituary grilling a southern Illinois man is getting a lot of positive attention online.

Kenne Pluhar, 62, died on his birthday nearly two weeks ago, and it took his daughter Hallie Milner about 45 minutes to write a heartfelt, touching and hilarious memorial to her father — one that brought so many laughs — Reddit users say they want , that there would be more such obituaries.

Milner begins his obituary with this line:

“Ken died in the intensive care unit at St. Anthony’s after losing his battle with sepsis – at the age of 62, after 50 years of crap, starting with anyone and anything he could find to fight in Alton, Illinois, it’s tough as nails, cattle, SOB has finally found something meaner and more stubborn than himself.’

The full obituary is below. It appeared in the Alton Telegraph on Mondayand the image of it was also shared in the “Funny” sub-ed.. The publication collected thousands of likes and comments. Many readers shared the same sentiment: “I enjoyed reading this from start to finish. Thanks for the message!!”

“Based on her description, I bet he’d be totally blown away by it. I’m sure very proud,” wrote another Reddit commenter.

“Most people understood that it came from a true place of love,” said Keneh’s daughter, Khalia Milner. Although, he says, one aunt is not a fan of it.

Ken moved to Alton, Illinois during high school. Until his death, he lived in the same house he bought from his parents.

Milner says she became closer to her father. He became ill in January, and she returned to the St. Louis area to spend time with him in the hospital. She was with him when he took his last breath.

“He was a magnetic person,” Milner said. “I loved him very much. My world is not the same without him.”

Obituary for Kenneth Joseph Pluhar Jr

Kenne died in the intensive care unit at St. Anthony’s after losing his battle with sepsis – at the age of 62, after 50 years of shit, starting with anyone and anything he could find to fight in Alton, Illinois, it’s tough as nails, cattle, SOB, finally found something meaner and more stubborn than himself.

Like any card-carrying, Ray-Ban-wearing, camo jumpsuit, cattle-loving man, Kenne had three true loves: hunting, fishing and drinking. He liked “both kinds of music — country and western.” Like every sad cowboy song, he couldn’t stay married, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Again. And once again. He had a total of 4 legal marriages (and divorces) and one civil marriage under his belt – that we know of.

His first marriage to Tara (Gomez) Berry produced an only child (again, that we know of), Halia Milner, of whom he was extremely proud, mostly because she was almost as much of a pain in the ## as he was , and she continued the sinful line by giving him his only grandchild, Sidney Milner.

He was preceded in death by his mother, Connie McKinnon Donelson, whom he referred to as “his mommy” until the day she died – proof that even the biggest (jerks) have a soft side, you just might have to dig a little deeper to find it . However, his father, Kenneth Joseph Pluhar Sr., is still around, and he’s sure he’s taught Ken the best way to be emotionally unavailable and hypersensitive all in one. It is a strong family trait that is passed down from generation to generation.

The Pluhar family legacy includes Kenne’s siblings – all of whom managed to outlive him, which is no surprise since he was equal parts devil-may-care and gorgeous – I mean, seriously, he probably came up with the phrase – “Hey you” everyone, watch it. From the first to the last, they all loved him to the end, and it’s a miracle that he took the idea of ​​being “hard to love” as a personal challenge: Diane Meyers, Eddie Pluhar, Amy Ernis, Susie Bizeilion, and half-sister Claire Weygandt, who was lucky enough to grow up completely separately, so it is likely corrupted in other ways unrelated to Plyuchar. He is also survived by numerous nieces and nephews whom he terrorized and traumatized in countless and original ways – indeed, it was survival when it came to Uncle Kene.

Hailing from Oakridge, TN, Kenne had a green thumb, was outdoorsy, and an accomplished carpenter – which meant he was great at growing his own weed and was a champion “$2k a week hideaway” when he was in the union. He was actually a half-decent carpenter – people bragged about his “skill” – if you could get him to show up and work, which most people couldn’t do.

Over the past 5 decades, Ken has spent an awful lot on his friend’s farm, and if you haven’t been paying attention, you may have missed the fact that his non-sexual partner, aka best friend, aka Mike Norris, actually owned the farm, not Kenny. He didn’t let details like that get in the way of a good story, like that one time he actually saved someone’s life by being ready for the end times and communicator attacks. Kenne was good at almost everything he tried to be good at, and was terribly intelligent – but that didn’t stop him from doing his best to do absolutely nothing but drink, smoke and listen to music.

We will be celebrating his life the good old Ken way – with a party at the Woodriver Moose 730 Wesley Drive, Woodriver, IL. Friday, March 24. Doors open at 5:30, at 6:00 there will be food and beer you don’t have to pay for (Kene’s favorite), and people will start talking nonsense about Kenne and his life around 7. Although there will be music and mayhem, don’t plan on staying too long long; we are going to kick you out at 10pm. Save money – please don’t send anything (flowers, donations, etc.); instead, make a trip to the Dollar Store in Kenne’s honor.