Danny Bosworth

Danny Joe Bosworth—better known to most as “Bos”—has officially clocked out. He leaves behind a legacy of hard work, good stories, and at least three unfinished garage projects.

Born to Reva Gardner and Albert “Ab” Bosworth, Bos learned early the values of family, persistence, and how to fix something with whatever happened to be lying around. He carried those lessons with him throughout his life, especially the last one.

Bos made his livelihood as a press operator at Standard Register and National Printing until becoming small business owner and founder of Patriot Label, where ink, machinery, and a strong work ethic built the life he was proud of. He believed in doing things right, doing them himself, and occasionally doing them twice if the first attempt didn’t quite take.

He is survived by his patient and loving wife, Darlene Van Hook, married in 1980, who endured nearly 46 years of his favorite hobby: annoying her. Whether it was commentary from the recliner, strategic thermostat adjustments, or selective hearing, he considered it all part of keeping the marriage lively.

Bos also leaves behind his siblings: Butch (Floyd) and wife Myra, Jane and husband Luther, Rick, and Don—lifelong co-stars in the Bosworth family adventures. As well as his many nieces and nephews.

He was a proud father and grandfather. His eldest son Jake Bosworth and wife Leslie blessed him with Chad, Sadie, and Brody, who will forever remember Pawpaw (or PePaw by the other grandchildren) as the man who could fix anything and probably had a tool for it. His son Joe Bosworth and wife Kara gave him Lilo, Allister, Titus, and the newest grandbaby, debuting later this year—ensuring the Bosworth name (and volume level) will continue strong into the next generation.

Bos’s favorite activities included fishing (whether the fish cooperated or not), woodworking, tinkering in the garage, finding a good deal he absolutely did not need, and enjoying a cold Miller Genuine Draft. He also held a special place in his heart for Red, White, and Blue—gone but never forgotten.

If there’s a garage in heaven, we’re confident he’s already reorganized it. If there’s a fishing hole, he’s found it. And if there’s a bargain bin, he’s telling someone about it, after he bought all the good stuff, obviously.

He will be remembered for his humor, his stubborn streak, his loyalty to family, and the way he showed love—often through teasing, fixing, or handing you the right tool before you knew you needed it and harassing you when you picked up the wrong one.

Raise a Miller Genuine Draft in his honor, tell a good story, and check the garage—he’s probably still in there in spirit.

Due to his frugalness, there will be no service. BUT a celebration of life is to be held on Saturday, 2/28/26 at the F.A.C.T. Building in Fontanet, Indiana at 2 pm.