Scott Baker

You will always be my lifelong best friend, my one great love, my partner in crime.

We met in Mr. Snodgrass’s algebra class September 3rd, 1984, and have been friends ever since. Only after setting you up with one of my girlfriends (1995) and watching you interact with her, it hit me that I was the ONLY woman good enough for you. I already loved you; I hadn’t realized I was IN love with you. The rest is more than just history. Together, we raised four beautiful children whom you loved with your heart & soul. Together, we took care of each others' parents and other family members. Throughout it all, you expressed humor, wisdom, generosity and love in every situation, in every relationship. The uplifting stories pouring in are a testament to what a beautiful soul you are. There are no words to express the void of not having you here by my side, just being in your presence.

Scott was born February 14th, 1970, a Valentine baby, to Carl and Marilyn Baker in Cincinnati, Ohio. The family moved to Phoenix in 1977, but he remained a consummate Bengals fan (Just ask his fantasy football league). Scott went to Trevor G. Browne High School and graduated in 1988. He supported himself working in the auto-repair industry, able to take anything apart and put it back together good as new, but his real passion was music. He had an amazing knowledge of music, music history and bands. As a guitarist and songwriter, Scott was in his own band, Kidd Wicked, and pursued music rather than fulfilling his mom’s wish of him becoming a doctor. Scott married Terri Ward in 1997 and celebrated 27 years of marriage just 2 days before his passing.

Scott enjoyed many, many things. Among those things were smoking meat (Terri dubbed him the barbecutioner), embraced his German heritage by making goetta, he loved the band KISS, fishing, The History Channel, family road trips, ghost hunting, watching paranormal shows, movies like the Blues Brothers, and winning the game Gestures with his brother Tommy.

Scott was probably best known for his keen sense of humor. He was always armed with a clever comeback, Scott had a disarming charm that left you coming back for more. He left behind a collection of guitars, dozens of paranormal books, X-file videos, ghost hunting equipment and a REM pod that Terri is too afraid to touch (thanks kids). Coupled with his beloved collection of comic books, Marvel figurines, and baseball cards-- he had enough to start a small comic bookstore.

Scott is survived by the love of his life Terri, son Bauzch, son Julio, daughter Marilyn, son Michael, four grandchildren, brother-in-law Michael, nieces & nephews and a slew of friends he called family. Scott was preceded in death by his parents, sister Melissa Minietto and brother-in-law Mark Minietto. The family has opted for a private funeral service, but soon after we will announce a memorial service where family and friends will be welcomed to attend.