Ken J. Roller

Ken J. Roller, What really is there to say? He was born, he died, betwixt were many a year. Some good, others less, but most fair-to-middling or better so he did not complain, well, at least not enough to merit any greater mention. He plied in enamels for his trade, and through good fortune and keen wit, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, managed to keep all of his digits from beginning to end. He made few worse for his wear, and fewer yet pleased to see his passing. He really wished not an obituary of even this brevity and would have remained more than content with none at all, but we trust that in his peace he will forgive this textual indulgence. Steadfast, however, was his wish for neither ceremony nor service to mark his passing from this earth, never wanting to laud his hap over any embarrassed mourners who might publicly weep at their misfortune not to have accompanied him. So we have respected those wishes to the letter and any bits and smidgens of his existence which remain will be left only to close family, whom he has permitted to do with as they may, though it would behoove each to treat him kindly lest someday...Memorials may be made to donor’s choice.