Warren Allen Locke-Wells, son of Everett Russell Wells, Sr. and Delores Costello Bush, passed away peacefully on Easter Sunday at Sherman Oaks Hospital, Sherman Oaks, CA. 

Warren was originally from Washington, DC, but relocated to Los Angeles, CA in the 1980s.  He resided in Van Nuys, CA with his partner of 16 years, Nancy Rubio.  He spent most of his time and resources in support of his favorite charity, Big Sunday.  His passing leaves a void in the lives of all those who knew and loved him.  Warren had a great sense of humor, was often the source of laughter, and was quite fond of playing practical jokes.  He could always bring a smile to your face.  He will be greatly missed. 

Warren is survived by his partner Nancy Anne Rubio, daughter Devon Adriene Locke, son Cassius Alexis Locke, grandchildren Mariah Natalie Locke and Ethan Cassius Acosta-Locke, siblings Everett Wells, Jr., Pamela Jennifer, Teresa Yancy (deceased), Bishop Paul Wells, Linda Wells-Knight (deceased), Eugene Locke (deceased), Roric Wells, and Bolen Wells, along with a host of nieces, nephews (he was particularly close with his nephew Lal Knight), relatives and friends. 

Join us in celebrating Warren's life at his Memorial Service on June 11th. Services are being held at Valley Vineyard Christian Fellowship Church on 6642 Reseda Boulevard in Los Angeles.

Throughout this difficult time, we are grateful for your love, encouragement, and support. We will be holding a fundraiser at his service in order to assist with covering funeral expenses. Anything you can contribute helps more than you'll ever know.

Donald L. Sloat of Davenport passed peacefully at his home, “Clay Hill Castle,” on Wed., March 30th, 2016.

Don was born Dec. 20, 1923, eldest son of Edwin (“Ted”) and Corinne (Lake) Sloat, in Columbia, Mo. He and his younger brother Jerry (“Jet”) were raised in Ft. Madison, Iowa. Like so many members of The Greatest Generation, with World War II gaining momentum, Don enlisted in the U.S. Army upon graduating high school and began his military training as an airplane mechanic in March 1943 with the Air Corps at Miami Beach, Fl. After the war, Don attended St. Ambrose College, where he majored in English and as a bit of an afterthought also obtained his teaching certificate, which would later prove fortuitous. It was during his college career that Don met the love of his life and future wife, Margaret (Peggy) O’Connor, with whom he enjoyed almost 64 years of very happy and loving marriage.

Don began his career in sales with Ji Case, but after the arrival of two sons and a daughter in rapid succession (24 months), he decided home life trumped life on the road hawking farm machinery. He dusted off that teaching certificate and embarked upon his life’s work in the classroom, a career that spanned more than three decades and enabled him to touch countless young lives. Don took great pleasure and purpose working with young minds, serving not only as teacher (primarily of English) but in earlier years also as basketball coach, yearbook editor, curriculum writer and English Department head. His 30-plus year teaching career culminated with his retirement from the Davenport Community School District in 1988, following 23 years at Walcott Intermediate School. Like many teachers, Don supplemented the family income with summer work—in his case, painting houses, a side business his three sons later joined to earn money to help with their college expenses.

Don leaves many legacies, but the greatest of these is love. He loved his wife Peggy beyond measure, with every fiber of his being, and he doted upon the six children they joyously brought into the world. Though his family was always the center of his universe, he also loved all of humanity, without judgement, gently observing his fellow man with clarity and insight and tirelessly demonstrating all-encompassing acceptance and limitless compassion. Ever the optimist, Don saw the glass to be always more than half full, and his response when asked how he was doing was always “first rate!” Deeply spiritual if not particularly religious, Don was yet the quintessential Good Samaritan, quietly and anonymously providing help when and where he saw need. This capacity for love was handed down to his children and grandchildren, in spades, and so lives on.

In addition to his love of family and humanity, Don had a deep love of words, of writing. He became famous for his “doggerel,” creating clever, rhyming witticisms for all occasions, in which he would capture the essence of an event or an emotion with charm and rhyme, creating delight for all lucky enough to receive. In later years, writing became a balm for the various pains that aging brings, and served him well. Lest we not forget massively corny jokes, of which he was without question The Master. Don also had a love for all things mechanical, a passion reflected in his enormous garage/workshop (the ultimate man cave before there was such a name for it) and huge and highly organized arsenal of tools, widgits, whatsits, salvaged whatchamacallits and the occasional back-handed ratchet smasher, (otherwise known as gadgets, rare hardware and mechanical remedies for any fix-it problem known to man). This passion and talent lives on in his sons, whose abilities to build or fix anything broken or invent something new and super cool are truly bottomless.

In addition to his beloved wife Peggy, devoted survivors include his brother Jerry (Eileen); children Jay (Deb) Sloat, Becky (Bill) Courtright, Jeff (Tracy) Sloat, Gary (Bonnie) Sloat, Diane (John) Kruse and Julie (Guy) Heller; grandchildren Sara (Justin) Cook, Jake (Saalini) Sloat, Luke and Ben Sloat, Don (Jen) Courtright, Elizabeth (Dave) Boundas, David (Jodie) Courtright, Ben Courtright, Jon Parker Sloat and Tony Sloat, Mickey and Meredith Sloat, Nick and Bryn Kruse, and Sophie and Olivia Heller; great grandchildren Will and Abby Courtright, Lloyd, Thomas and Charles Boundas, James and Anthony Courtright, Jay, Helen and John Cook, Karthik Sloat, and many beloved nieces and nephews and in-laws.

I wanted to go all out and celebrate Brad's birthday this year (as I normally do), but I think it is just too soon for me. But I did want to do something special to honor him on this special day and to recognize all the people he has touched and the difference he made in this world. He was so kind and loyal and intelligent. He had such a big heart and big dreams to change the world.... maybe take it over as a super villain but change it nonetheless.

One of Brad's favorite computer games he played when we first started dating was called Evil Genius. Instead of playing it normally, he'd spend hours creating ingenious bee traps for unsuspecting henchmen. He would manically scream "RELEASE THE BEES" when they stumbled into them. It was an ongoing joke of ours for our entire relationship. I even gave him a print for Valentine's Day one year that said "Ninjas can't get you if you release the bees" along with a stuffed bee. On April 23rd, the day before his 35th birthday, I am running in a 5K Bee Run to help support a Pollinator’s Pathway for bees along the Mississippi River. I'm doing it in memory of Brad and to RELEASE THE BEES!

On or by April 24th, please do something that reminds you of Brad and post it here. Listen to a song, play a game, read a book, post a picture, tell a story or favorite memory, wear a wizard hat, snuggle your kitty or puppy (or snake), make some bacon infused whiskey, or light something on fire! Post a message, picture, or video of you doing it here!

Either way, please share a special memory in honor of his birthday and the man we all loved so very much. Happy birthday, Brad. We all miss you every day! The world is a lesser place without you in it.

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A true love story never ends. You can read about our long, heartbreaking journey that was filled with so much love, here (www.gofundme.com/guidss) and here (www.gofundme.com/9eg3ym4k).

Wrestling otaku was a very fat and stupid man, he had very little iq, he was always defeated but very close minded thinking he won every arguement.
He doesn't change his clothes and everyday would smell like to hobos fucking in a pool of piss and shit.

He died after doing an 3 hour review of raw. And his mother telling him to get the fuck outa as hes 40 years old and was a virgin, he then got a heart attack.

Wrestling Otaku won't be missed even by his friend Melvin Saleem.

REST IN PISS

We may move on someday,
but we can never let go
the memories we have with her.
She will stay forever
in our hearts.
We are keeping YOU
in our prayers.