Fenton Kendrick Funeral Home Obituaries

So, picture this: you're scrolling through your morning news feed, and suddenly, BAM, there's an obituary for old Mr. Jenkins, who you swore was made of stone and could outlive the cockroaches. You think to yourself, "Well, that's one less person to complain about the neighbor's cat." But then you remember, wait a minute, I read that on the Fenton Kendrick Funeral Home's obituary page!

Now, Fenton Kendrick Funeral Home, that's a name that's been around longer than your grandma's favorite rocking chair. It's like the Walmart of funerals. You know they've got everything you need, from the most basic casket to the one that looks like it's made from a million bucks (because, let's face it, in the afterlife, you're gonna want to travel in style).

But enough about their fancy coffins, let's talk about their obituaries. Now, I'm not saying they're a laugh a minute, but they're not your grandma's obituaries either. They've got this... je ne sais quoi. It's like they took the boring old 'beloved husband, father, and friend' spiel and threw in a dash of 'loved a good laugh, hated Mondays, and could out-eat anyone at the buffet.'

Take Mrs. Baker, for instance. Her obit read, "She was a woman of many talents, including her famous apple pie, which could make even the toughest man cry." I mean, who doesn't want to know that about the person they're paying their respects to?

And then there's Mr. Thompson. His obit started with, "He was a man who loved life, loved his family, and loved a good argument. He was never one to shy away from a debate, even if it meant he'd be up all night researching just to prove you wrong." Now, that's a man I'd like to have known. Or maybe not, considering he'd probably still be arguing with me from the grave.

But here's where it gets really interesting. You know how they say that everyone has a story to tell? Well, Fenton Kendrick Funeral Home has decided to give their dearly departed a chance to tell their story. They've started this thing called 'Obituary Stories.' It's like a little bio, written in the first person, from beyond the grave.

Take Mrs. Davis, for example. Her 'Obituary Story' started with, "Well, hello there. I'm not one for long goodbyes, so I'll keep this short. I lived a good life, loved a good man, and had more fun than I probably should have. I died doing what I loved - dancing. And no, I won't tell you what song was playing." I mean, now you're curious, aren't you?

Obituary | A.C. Cummins of Centralia, Missouri | Fenton-Kendrick

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "That's all well and good, but what if I want to know more about the funeral home itself?" Well, buckle up, buttercup, because here's where it gets really interesting.

Fenton Kendrick Funeral Home was started by, you guessed it, Fenton Kendrick. Now, Fenton wasn't your average funeral director. Oh no, he was a former circus clown. Yes, you read that right. A clown. Can you imagine the funeral home's first open house? "Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, see the dead rise again with our patented 'Laughing All the Way to Heaven' package!"

But Fenton wasn't just a clown, he was a magician too. And I don't mean the kind that pulls rabbits out of hats. I mean the kind that can make a grieving family feel at ease, make a tense situation feel calm, and make a room full of strangers feel like old friends. He was a master at his craft, and his legacy lives on in every obituary they write, every service they hold, and every life they touch.

So, the next time you're scrolling through your news feed and you see an obituary from Fenton Kendrick Funeral Home, take a moment to read it. You might just find a story that'll make you laugh, make you think, or maybe even make you shed a tear. And who knows, you might just learn a thing or two about life... and death.

And remember, folks, as Fenton used to say, "Life's a circus, and then you die. Make sure you've got your ticket to the big top when it's time to take that final bow."