Marjorie “Marge” Lucille Brunskole, born October 3, 1935, passed away on September 12, 2026, leaving behind a life marked by devotion, warmth, strength, and a deep love for her family and friends.
Marge was born in Cramer, Pennsylvania as the fourth of five children to William Harry McLaughlin, Sr. and Twila Naugle McLaughlin. She grew up surrounded by family and learned early the value of hard work, faith, and togetherness. As a cheerful and friendly young woman, she was known for her engaging personality, her intelligence, and her natural ability to connect with others. She carried those gifts throughout her life and shared them generously with everyone who knew her.
At the age of 20, Marge began working in a government intelligence field in Washington, D.C., in 1955, an experience that reflected her sharp mind and capable spirit. During that chapter of her life, she met the love of her life and then husband of 63 years and embraced her most cherished role as a stay-at-home mother and later pursued a career in cosmetology and even owned her own salon. She devoted herself wholeheartedly to her home and family, creating a warm and welcoming place filled with love, laughter, and the comforting aroma of meals made completely from scratch. Marge took pride in cooking everything by hand, and her family will long remember the care she poured into every meal and every gathering.
Marge and Ed together shared 63 years of marriage until his passing in 2019. Their life together was shaped by his service in the Air Force, which meant moving often and building a life wherever they were stationed. Marge met each new place with grace and resilience, and she carried a true gypsy soul that embraced adventure. After retirement, they traveled extensively in their 42-foot RV across the United States, making memories on the open road and enjoying the beauty of the country they loved to explore together.
She was an accomplished and enthusiastic bowler, coming close to professional level, and she also had a history of athletic ability from her younger years as a cheerleader, May Queen and participated in track. Marge loved being outside, and she found joy in the simple pleasures of fresh air, movement, and time spent with the people she loved. She was social by nature and treasured conversation, laughter, and fellowship. Her Christian faith was an important part of her life, and it guided her through both joyful seasons and difficult ones.
Marge was preceded in death by her husband, Edward Stephen Brunskole; her son, Chad Douglas Brunskole; her parents, William Harry McLaughlin, Sr. and Twila Naugle McLaughlin; her brothers, William Harry McLaughlin, Jr., Jack McLaughlin, and Douglas McLaughlin. She is survived by her children, Steven Edward Brunskole (Marta), Daniel Kevin Brunskole (Nancy), and Brigitte Ann Campbell (Bruce). She is also survived by her daughter-in-law, Kay Brunskole Cronan; her brother, George G. McLaughlin, her loving niece Karen Reedy, and many other nieces, nephews, friends, and extended family members who will miss her dearly.
Marge was a proud grandmother to Brian Brunskole, Chad Brunskole, Brandon Brunskole, Taylor Brunskole, David Brunskole, Marlana Cimmino (Marc), Lauren Brunskole, Blair Campbell (Hannah), Derek Campbell, and Britton Terrell (Zac). She was also blessed with great-grandchildren Bailey Crook (Cole), Corey Campbell, Cooper Campbell, Campbell Ann Terrell, Mary James Terrell and Weston Cimmino, as well as great-great-grandchildren Olivia Crook and Luke Crook. Her family was the center of her world, and she loved each generation with unwavering devotion.
Marge will be remembered for her friendly spirit, her bright mind, her love of family, and her ability to make others feel welcome and valued. She lived a full and meaningful life, rich with movement, laughter, faith, and love. Her legacy will continue through the many lives she touched and the family she nurtured so faithfully.
A celebration of Marge’s life is scheduled to be held on September 28, 2026, at 11:00am, in the Sunset Funeral Home Chapel at 1700 Barrington Road, Midland City, Alabama 36350. The family will be receiving friends an hour prior to the service. Marge and her husband, Edward, will be laid to rest together in Sunset Memorial Park.
The family would appreciate memorial donations be made in Marge’s memory to the Wounded Warrior Project, https://support.woundedwarriorproject.org or St Jude Children’s Research Hospital, https://www.stjude.org/.
Timothy Carl Floyd, known to many as Tim, passed away on September 13, 2026, in Birmingham, Alabama, at the age of 58. He was born on October 15, 1967, in Geneva County, Alabama, and lived a life marked by hard work, quiet strength, faith, and a deep love for the people around him.
Tim was a man who carried himself with humility and dignity. He was soft-spoken, but those who knew him well understood that his quiet nature was often paired with a sharp sense of humor that could light up a room. He had a gentle spirit, a strong Christian faith, and a presence that brought comfort to family and friends. He was the kind of man who did not need to be loud to be remembered, because his character spoke for itself.
A proud graduate of Joy Christian Academy High School, Class of 1987, Tim carried the values of discipline and perseverance throughout his life. He was a hardworking businessman who owned Tim Floyd’s Collision Center, a paint and body shop, where he applied his skills, dedication, and work ethic to serving others. Through his business and his everyday life, he built a reputation for dependability, honesty, and craftsmanship.
Tim found joy in simple and meaningful things. He loved fishing and he enjoyed the peace that came with spending time outdoors. He was a devoted Alabama football fan, and he took pride in cheering for his team. He was also known as a great cook, especially when it came to grilling and making spaghetti, and many will remember the warmth and fellowship that came with sharing a meal prepared by him. He enjoyed western cowboy movies and was connected to UFC, interests that reflected the personality and passions he held close throughout his life.
Family was central to Tim’s life, and he treasured the people he loved. He is survived by his sons, Hudson Timothy Floyd (Audrey Jean) and Eli Haynes Floyd. He was a proud grandfather to Alora Jean Floyd. Tim was preceded in death by his mother, Annette Floyd, his grandson, Judah James Floyd, and his brother, Johnny Phillip Floyd. He is also survived by his father, Carlton Floyd (Judy); his sisters, Pamela Keeble (Jody), Patsy Sauls (Tony), Tammy Pitchford (Andy), Elisha Callan (George), Tasha Harger (Jason), and Ciera Ingram (Chase). He leaves behind many nieces, nephews, friends, and extended family members who loved him dearly. He also shared special friendships with Jon Dixon and Brian McNeal, whose companionship meant a great deal to him.
Tim will be remembered for the way he lived his life with steadiness, kindness, and quiet humor. He was a man who valued faith, family, and hard work, and he left behind a legacy of love that will continue through those who knew him best. His memory will remain a source of comfort and strength to all who were blessed to have him in their lives.
Though his passing leaves a deep void, Tim’s life stands as a testimony to the importance of living with integrity, loving one’s family, and finding joy in the everyday blessings of life. His loved ones will remember his voice, his laughter, his cooking, his love of Alabama football, and the calm, steady way he moved through the world. He will be deeply missed and forever cherished.
A celebration of Tim’s life will be held on Saturday, September 19, 2026, at 2:30pm in the Sunset Funeral Home Chapel with Pastor Thomas Harrison and Pastor Dallas Pettis officiating. The family will receive friends from 1:00pm-2:30pm at the funeral home prior to the service.
Myra Webster Cobb, age 78, of Dothan, Alabama, passed away peacefully on August 28, 2026, in Cartersville, Georgia.
Born on January 7, 1948, in Bessemer, Alabama, to the late Alfred Dewey Shirley and Retha Lorene Mooney Shirley, Myra grew up with a strong work ethic and a warm spirit. She was a 1966 graduate of McAdory High School. After moving to Dothan, she built a successful career as an entrepreneur, acquiring and managing several popular local businesses, including Village Cleaners, Gilmo’s, and Alterations Etc. Outside of her business ventures, Myra was a passionate, lifelong fan of Alabama football who rarely missed a chance to cheer on the Crimson Tide.
She is preceded in death by her beloved husband, Jerry Cobb; her parents, Alfred Dewey Shirley and Retha Lorene Mooney Shirley; her sisters, Mary Lynch, Wilma Guy, and Judy Luster; and her brothers, J.M. Shirley, Eugene Shirley, Doyle Shirley, and Ronald Wayne Shirley.
Myra’s legacy lives on through her devoted family. She is survived by her three daughters, Michelle Craft of Dothan, AL, Tina Webster of Dothan, AL, and Crystal (Joshua) Holdridge of Canton, GA; five grandchildren, Hanah Carmichael of Lake View, AL, Jacob Craft of Dothan, AL, Tommy (Kayla) Fussell of Dothan, AL, Chloe Holdridge of Canton, GA, and Coy Holdridge of Canton, GA; five great-grandchildren, Collins Carmichael, Asher Fussell, Aiden Fussell, Kasen Carmichael, and Scarlett Fussell; her brother, Ray Shirley of McCalla, AL; her sisters, Ruth (Herman) Dodson of Bessemer, AL, and Joyce McDaniel of Verbena, AL; as well as many dear friends who will cherish her memory and miss her so much.
Mrs. Mary Sue Cook Long, age 83, a resident of Dothan, Alabama, passed away on Friday, September 11, 2026, at Southeast Hospital.
Funeral Services will be held at 3:00pm on Friday, September 18, 2026 in the Glover Funeral Home Chapel with Reverend Chad Hixon officiating and Glover Funeral Home directing. The family will receive friends from 1:30 pm until 2:45 pm on Friday prior to the service.
Mrs. Sue Long was born in Dothan, Alabama on February 11, 1943, to the late Mike and Essie Donnie Kornegay Cook. Raised in the Dothan and Taylor area, she was a graduate of Rehobeth High School. Mrs. Sue worked at Chrysler First Financial Services for over twenty years before owning her own business, Quality Cleaning. She owned and operated her cleaning business for eighteen years. Mrs. Sue loved to paint and shop. She found relaxation in going to the lake or for a ride to slow down and enjoy life. Her pride and joy were her family. Mrs. Sue attended Rehobeth Baptist Church.
Mrs. Sue Long is preceded in death by her parents; stepdaughter, Candi Michelle Long; sister, Jean McCord; and brother, Jack Cook.
Survivors include her husband of thirty-nine years, Bobby Long of Taylor; son, Mike Kent (Carol) of Taylor; daughters, Paula Middleton of Las Vegas, Nevada, Kelli Sue Middleton of Taylor; stepdaughters, Stephanie Lee Long and Amanda Ann Worthy, both of Dothan; a few grandchildren; a few great grandchildren; and two great-great grandchildren.
Glover Funeral Home and Crematory has been entrusted with the arrangements.
Early in summer 1982, while on staff at Lake Forest Ranch in Macon, Mississippi, Celeste King’s gaze was drawn to the Center of Attention. She had not been introduced to him and didn’t cotton to strangers, so she maneuvered near him and smiled.
“Hi! I haven’t met you. I know your name is Celeste. My name is Chuck.”
She gasped at her goof, and how her mouth often worked faster than her mind. But he knew at that moment that he was gonna marry that girl. Her mama’s pound cake and her granny’s beef hash sealed the deal on his love. She fell in love with him, because he made her laugh. She married him, mainly, because her mama wanted a guitar-picker as a son-in-law.
As a preteen, Chuck told his grandmother if she’d buy him a guitar, he’d never ever ask her for anything else for the rest of his life. She upheld her end of the bargain, and he became who he was meant to be. He took one official lesson and decided he’d rather figure it out on his own. Celeste called him First-Verse Chuck, because that’s all the words he could remember. She finished his songs for him.
Over Christmas break, she went to Memphis to meet his family. He took her to the newly opened Mud Island Park, where she learned about the mighty Mississippi and the mighty Elvis Presley. At the exhibit, Celeste, an Elvis neophyte, said to Chuck (too loudly, as always), “What is everybody’s deal with Elvis?! Why won’t they let the man rest in peace?!”
Chuck gently leaned over and whispered, “You better lower your voice. You can’t talk like that in this town.”
Celeste had much to learn about Elvis, and Chuck spent the rest of his life teaching her … and their children … and whoever would listen. “If you rearrange the letters in ELVIS, it spells LIVES!”
Chuck loved Elvis. And 70s rock and roll. And gospel. And country.
Once, on a business trip to Nashville, Chuck ran into Conway Twitty. He stuck out his hand for a shake and stated, “Mister Twitty. Chuck Conner.” Impressed at his own calm, he thought how silly he’d have looked if he had rushed up, starstruck, and asked for an autograph. He knew he was much cooler than other fans. Except he didn’t have proof of the encounter. So, he grabbed paper and pen and hurried back. He tucked the signature in his Bible, where it remains.
The Life of the Party and his sidekick Martin guitar could play whatever they wanted. One time at the lake, a three-year-old buddy hollered at him, “Hey Mister Chuck! Play me some bluegrass!!!” With his underdeveloped speech, the words sounded more like, “Hey Mistaw Chuck! Pway me some bwuegwass!!” But his intention was understood. So, Mister Chuck played the boy some bluegrass.
All along, the damn diabetes was devouring his body. A related shoulder injury nightmare eventually stole his ability to hold his guitar, and therefore, his solace.
As a young man, Chuck worked at Honey Baked Ham Company. For two decades, he owned and operated Conner Business Solutions. That’s what he did. That’s not who he was. He was a good son, a good brother, a good husband, a good father, a good friend, and an all-around good guy. On September 13, 2026, he finished his good fight.
By far, the best of Chuck and Celeste manifests in their cherubic babies, who grew to stellar adults. The Conner Kids bore burdens too heavy, too young; yet they exhibit only kindness and dignity for their journeys. They grieve that another generation must be built upon the absence of a father and grandfather. But they are forever grateful for their foundation of faithfulness laid by the instigator of so much delight.
Chuck is predeceased by Mok, Nana, Papaw, Papa Chuck, Mama Nell, Little Granny, Biscuit, his right shoulder, and his pancreas.
He is survived by his reasons for getting out of bed every day: Celeste, wife of 39 years; twin daughters Abby Conner and Emma (Jordan) Johnson; son Phillip, who kept the wolves away; brand-new, perfect, long-desired grandson Jay-Landon Johnson; siblings Dollie Conner, David Conner, and Christina Conner; sisters-in-law Starla (Steve) Spencer and Angie Anderson; many much-teased nieces and nephews; beloved Yankee cousins; Bradley Caesar, for unwavering friendship; and Myrtle, Mayberry, and Memphis.
As a newlywed, Chuck told Celeste he wanted bagpipes playing “Amazing Grace” at his graveside. He said, “It’s the saddest sound ever, and I want everybody to be real sad.” She quipped that she’d have George Jones singing, “He Stopped Loving Her Today.” But she doesn’t think he did.
In lieu of a public funeral, his people prefer to rest in private with family, spending days together, retelling his relentless stories …
“Tony! Tony! Tony!”
“I heard you. I don’t know what you said. But I heard you.”
“Linda!!! PULL (pause) HIS (pause) LICENSE!!!
… and honoring his legacy of laughter.
The family does not want flowers. If you’d like to honor Chuck with a donation, give to your favorite charity that brings light into people’s hearts. Donations to Jay-Landon’s adoption fund are also welcome through checks or Venmo @Emma-Johnson-0316.
The best way to honor Chuck is to pick up the phone and call the friend you’ve been needing to check on for a decade. Chuck excelled at old friends. And forgiveness.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.”
The Legacy of a Hard-Working Cowboy John Kevin Amerson April 23, 1979 – September 16, 2026
Some men leave behind a name.
Some leave behind a business.
Some leave behind accomplishments.
But every now and then, God gives us a man who leaves behind a legacy, one that lives on in the hearts of everyone who had the privilege of knowing him. John Kevin Amerson was that man.
Born on April 23, 1979, to Pat and Fran Amerson, Kevin grew up with a cowboy’s heart. As a young man, he chased the dream so many cowboys understand. He competed in high school rodeo as a team roper and calf roper, learning early the value of hard work.
But after Kevin married his soulmate, Tonya, he discovered that his greatest passion in rodeo wasn’t being the man on the back of the horse competing, it was being the man who came running when another cowboy needed him.
Kevin became a pickup man.
And if you knew Kevin, you knew that job was more than a rodeo position. It was a perfect reflection of who he was.
He was always the man who came to the rescue.
For 26 years, Kevin and Tonya walked through life together, married for 24 of those years. She was his person, his best friend, and without question, one of the greatest loves of his life. Together they built a family and raised three sons: Kason, Kolton, and Kasston.
His boys were his pride and joy.
And then came the girls God blessed his sons with, the Donaldson sisters, who Kevin loved as his own. His family was his greatest treasure, and there was never any question about how deeply he loved them.
Kevin also had a servant’s heart when it came to his work. For more than 20 years, he served the cattle industry, providing farmers and ranchers with Anipro Xtraformance Feed supplements. He didn’t simply sell a product. He built relationships. He knew people, cared deeply for them, and treated people with respect.
Kevin also poured his heart into Dothan Livestock Company, working alongside Mr. Ed and Dallas “Catfish” Neel. Though they may have been his employers on paper, Kevin considered them family. Through his work, he gained countless friendships, many of which became some of the most meaningful relationships of his life.
That was Kevin.
He worked hard.
He loved deeply.
He showed up.
He helped people.
And he made friends everywhere he went. Everybody knew Kevin. And everybody loved him.
Kevin grew up in church, but at the age of 43, something changed. He didn’t simply know about Jesus, he truly surrendered his life to Him.
And that decision became the most important decision he ever made.
When cancer entered Kevin’s life, he fought a hard battle. There were days of uncertainty, fear, pain, and heartache, but even in the hardest moments, his story was never ultimately about cancer.
It was about faith, because Kevin knew where his story was going to end.
Today, the cowboy who spent his life helping others is finally home.
No more sickness.
No more pain.
No more sorrow.
No more battles.
His boots may no longer be walking through these earthly pastures. His hands may no longer be working cattle. His pickup-man days may be over.
But his legacy is still riding on.
It lives in Tonya.
It lives in Kason, Kolton, and Kasston.
It lives in Savanna and Delaney.
It lives in his parents, Pat and Fran, his brother Jeffrey and Tayler, and his in laws, the Bartons: Ken, Rhonda, Chad, Ashley, Kenny, Kaylee, and Khloe.
It lives in the friends he made at Dothan Livestock Company, in the cattlemen he served with his Anipro business, in the cowboys he helped, and in every person who can tell a story that begins with, “Do you know Kevin Amerson…”
And perhaps most importantly, Kevin’s legacy lives in the message he leaves for all of us: Don’t wait until something bad happens to turn your life over to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Kevin learned that lesson while fighting his greatest battle.
And now, because of that surrender, he has won the only victory that matters forever.
Our cowboy has entered his heavenly home.
The pickup man has made his final ride.
The hardworking husband, father, son, brother, friend, and servant has finished his race.
And the man who spent his life coming to the rescue of others has finally been rescued himself, not from this life, but into eternal life with Jesus. We know he heard the words: Well done, good and faithful servant.
Your work on earth is done.
Life here won’t be the same without him, but Happy Trails, Kev, until we meet again.
Services will be held at Carmel Assembly of God Church on Saturday 11:00 AM, September 19, 2026, with interment to follow in the Gully Springs Baptist Church Cemetery. The family will receive friends from 9 to 11 AM Saturday at Carmel Assembly of God Church,1485 Carmel Church Road, Bonifay, Florida. Peel Funeral Home and Bonifay Crematory in charge of arrangements. Serving as pallbearers will be: Jamie Hightower, Kenny Woodham, Colby Gay, Tim Adams, Stacy Ward, Vance Cauley, Kerry McLaney, Jason Waters, Jonathan Stephens, Josh Hodge, Clayton Ward, and Clint Long. Honorary pallbearers will be: Kenny Barton, Brasyn Miller, Kaden Hodge, Justin Miller, Roman Purvee, Dawson Taylor, and Bailey Miller.
