Douglas Anthony Monhollon

Douglas Anthony Monhollon, 54, entered into Heaven on September 30th. He was born September 20, 1969. Doug is preceded in death by his mother, Nancy Monhollon Adams (2022), his brother, James “Jimmie” Monhollon (2011), his sister, Teresa Wright (2017), and sister-in-law, Ingrid Monhollon (2023) . He is survived by his wife of 22 years, Candice, his son, Jordan (Micheala Potter), and his brother, Michael “Mike” Monhollon also several brothers and sisters in law, nieces, nephews, and great-nieces and nephews. As well as, his faithful needy companion, Azura.

Doug grew up in Sarasota, FL attending Riverview High School and Ft. Walton Beach, FL where he attended Choctaw High School. Doug always had a passion for great food. His career started as a dishwasher to Sous Chef to Executive Chef and eventually General Manager. He worked in a lot of great restaurants from Louisiana Lagniappe, Lazy Lobster, CJ’s Deli & Cafe, Sierra Station, Anna Maria Oyster Bar, and others.

Doug eventually followed in his Mother & Step-Father’s steps to operate a wholesale/resale business where he continued to thrive and meet amazing people along the way.

On Saturday, September 30, Heaven gained the world’s biggest University of Florida Gators and Tampa Bay Buccaneers fan.

Heaven also gained a friend; a Cheech and Chong, Harold and Kumar, die hard rock and roll metal head, Food Network loving, DIY project foreman, Star Wars loving and trouble-making enthusiast who now has no limitations.

Heaven gained a brother; a loving (though sometimes hot-tempered) and mischievous one. His siblings gone before him will relish in the loving part.

Heaven gained a son to a woman who was both father and a mother until later in life, when he was blessed with a step father that was able to provide motivation and guidance. The reunion with his mother, brother, sister, and sister-in -law was a grand affair complete with Heineken’s and Nawlin’s style Hurricane’s and capped off with apple pie sitting by the fire.

Heaven gained a lot from one man on September 30, but Earth lost a man who spent most of his time (after 2009) calling your phone when the Gators whooped dat ass. Calling on Monday night football games to sing their version of the intro. Earth lost a man who would call you and light a fire under your ass when you weren’t calling people as often as you should. Earth lost the loudest speaker in a room, especially when he was on the phone or telling the most inappropriate, ill-timed, embarrassment-inducing jokes he possibly could muster up. Earth lost the only chef who could beat Gordon Ramsey in a cook-off but never tried. Earth lost the arch nemesis of gas stations with only one bathroom and Blockbuster Video return policy. And Earth lost a dog dad to the most clingy, obnoxiously jealous and attitude filled American Bully, Azura.

Earth lost a “Skunkle” to 4 great nieces and nephews who affectionately named him after previously mentioned hobbies. He enjoyed spending time with his niece Ashley McCullough and watching her kids Lillie, Alex, Ruby and Jamie grow up and couldn’t wait to share how he lost his leg in a dinosaur fight. But more than that, to all the nieces and nephews, he was a safe place and a beacon of fun when all other adults in the room were too grown or too serious.

Earth lost a husband who's hugs could convince you he wasn't a serial killer, who’s gestures were as big as his heart. He could cook anything in the world, but only made it well-done and with nothing green to make sure not to “ruin this figure” (99% of the time). He was lover who was spontaneous and goofy, and very liberal with his rule of “no more than two dogs are allowed to live here.” He was a husband who wouldn’t judge you on your past, because he had probably done it all and done it better. He was also a husband who tried and never gave up.

Earth lost a Father to a boy who needed one, who’s now a man and misses one. He was a father who could bypass the starter ignition in a Honda Civic with some wire and a doorbell ringer, which his son was very thankful for throughout high school. He was a father who could whoop his ass in Madden every day in elementary school using the Bucs, and a father who would pick up his son from school and go to Universal Studios for a random weekend trip. He was a father who was instrumental to the family trio once the game Rock Band came out, a father who was his son’s Canasta partner, and one who taught him how to sandbag (to which his Uncle and Grandma were pissed about). He was a father who would call with the the right advice at the right time, and a father who would light a fire under his son’s ass when he wasn’t calling as often as he should. He was a father who would have Star Wars and scary movie marathons, and a father who allowed his son to see the movie Step Brothers at a questionable age. He was a father who made his terrified son ride the Tower of Terror multiple times just to get a good picture. He was a father who cultivated greatness without expecting it, and a father who took care of a son, not of his blood, but who would never have known the difference. He was a father who beamed with pride in all of his son’s accomplishments and lessons in life. A father whose proudest accomplishment was watching his son graduate Parris Island to become a United States Marine knowing everything he overcame to make it happen.

He was a father who cultivated greatness without expecting it, and a father who took care of a son, not of his blood, but who would never have known the difference. He was a father who beamed with pride in all of his son’s accomplishments and lessons in life. A father whose proudest accomplishment was watching his son graduate Parris Island to become a United States Marine knowing everything he overcame to make it happen.

Earth lost a lot on September 30. To everyone who may share memories with him, thank you for 54 years of “Livin’ the Dream.”

In lieu of flowers (we just can’t cope with more things dying) we ask that you make donations in Doug and Azura’s name to Lexington Pit Crew (www.lexpitcrew.org). Also, please consider being an organ donor in life and death.

Celebration of Life services will be announced at a later date.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.HibbettHaileyFH.com for the Monhollon family.