‘Irishman Dies from Stubbornness’: Daughter Pends Dad’s Lively Obituary

Writing an obituary can be daunting, but this Irishman’s friends and family put together a writing worthy of resonating around the world. Chris Connors, 67, of York, Maine, slipped peacefully into his forever resting place after a fulfilled life, and everyone knew it. From his sense of humor to his wit, Connors was the type of person you would be so lucky to know and even luckier to hang out with, and his spirit came to life through the words of his obituary.

Candid, clever, and canny, Caitlin Connors’ obituary for her fathers breaks all of the rules — something he was well known for doing. Living a life without the boundaries we put on ourselves isn’t an easy task, but from the looks of his obituary, Connors had close to none (in the best way humanly possible).

Known for his intoxicating presence, Connors was said to have had a heart of gold which understood the simple things in life, like making light of his ALS and stage 4 pancreatic cancer by joking with nurses and taking a chilly swim in the middle of January. Connors had no fear, and those closest to him represented his prosperous life with puns and jokes in regards to his love for drinking; vodka and whiskey were some of the only vices the man had, which carried him to his victorious final lap.

Without further ado, here’s the full text of the obituary, from Seacoast Online.

Irishman Dies from Stubbornness, Whiskey

Chris Connors died at age 67 after trying to box his bikini-clad hospice nurse just moments earlier. Ladies man, game slayer, and outlaw Connors told his last inappropriate joke on December 9th, 2016, that which cannot be printed here. Anyone else fighting ALS and stage 4 pancreatic cancer would have gone quietly into the night, but Connors was stark naked drinking Veuve in a house full of friends and family as Al Green played from the speakers. The way he died is just like he lived: he wrote his own rules, he fought authority and he paved his own way. And if you said he couldn’t do it, he would make sure he could.

Most people thought he was crazy for swimming in the ocean in January; for being a skinny Irish Golden Gloves boxer from Quincy, Massachusetts; for dressing up as a priest and then proceeding to get into a fight at a Jewish deli. Many gawked at his start of a career on Wall Street without a financial background – but instead with an intelligent, impish smile, love for the spoken word, irreverent sense of humor, and stunning blue eyes that could make anyone fall in love with him.

As much as people knew hanging out with him would end in a night in jail or a killer screwdriver hangover, he was the type of man that people would drive 16 hours at the drop of a dime to come see. He lived 1000 years in the 67 calendar years we had with him because he attacked life; he grabbed it by the lapels, kissed it, and swung it back onto the dance floor. At the age of 26 he planned to circumnavigate the world – instead, he ended up spending 40 hours on a life raft off the coast of Panama. In 1974, he founded the Quincy Rugby Club. In his thirties, he sustained a knife wound after saving a woman from being mugged in New York City. He didn’t slow down: at age 64, he climbed to the base camp of Mount Everest. Throughout his life, he was an accomplished hunter and birth control device tester (with some failures, notably Caitlin Connors, 33; Chris Connors, 11; and Liam Connors, 8).

He was a rare combination of someone who had a love of life and a firm understanding of what was important – the simplicity of living a life with those you love. Although he threw some of the most memorable parties during the greater half of a century, he would trade it all for a night in front of the fire with his family in Maine. His acute awareness of the importance of a life lived with the ones you love over any material possession was only handicapped by his territorial attachment to the remote control of his Sonos music.

Chris enjoyed cross dressing, a well-made fire, and mashed potatoes with lots of butter. His regrets were few, but include eating a rotisserie hot dog from an unmemorable convenience store in the summer of 1986.

Of all the people he touched, both willing and unwilling, his most proud achievement in life was marrying his wife Emily Ayer Connors who supported him in all his glory during his heyday, and lovingly supported him physically during their last days together.

Absolut vodka and Simply Orange companies are devastated by the loss of Connors. A “Celebration of Life” will be held during Happy Hour (4 pm) at York Harbor Inn on Monday, December 19th.

In lieu of flowers, please pay open bar tab or donate to Connors’ water safety fund at www.thechrisconnorsfund.com

What an excellent send-off. You can just feel the love in the words.

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