Clifford Craig Underwood

Clifford Craig Underwood, 69, passed away peacefully on May 13, 2026, after a long and courageous battle with lung cancer. Born on August 24, 1956, Clifford lived a life rooted in hard work, laughter, family, and the simple joys that meant the most to him.

He was preceded in death by his mother, Carla Ladeane Christian; his sisters, Julia Underwood and Marsha Smedshammer; his brothers, Tony Lee Underwood and Irvin Henry Underwood; his former wives, Debbra Louise Underwood, mother to Bambi, Brooke, Craig, and Ricky, and Carrie Lynn Saunders, mother to Lucy and Junior; and his sister-in-law, Lorraine Underwood.

Clifford is survived by his beloved children, Bambi Starr Anderson, Brooke Ann Underwood, Craig Louis Underwood, Richard Anthony William Underwood (Samantha), Lucy Jane Underwood, and Clifford Fynnlee Underwood. He also leaves behind the grandchildren he adored: Nicholas McKesson, Michael Anderson Jr. (Summer), Mason Clements, Anthony Persson, Micaela Anderson, Landon Jessup, Luke Underwood, Kyleigh Underwood, and Isabella Jessup.

He is also survived by his brothers, David Underwood (Linda), Robert Underwood (Sharon), and Randy Underwood (Lisa); his sister, Deborah Fuller; his sister-in-laws, Theresa Underwood and Dina Underwood; along with over two dozen nieces and nephews and countless relatives and friends who will forever cherish his memory.

Clifford had a deep love for the outdoors and was an avid hunter, fisherman, relic hunter, pool player, and master carpenter. Many would describe him as the best carpenter they ever knew.

He found happiness in life’s simple pleasures: listening to the birds sing, enjoying his morning cups of coffee, throwing a steak on the grill, watching Fox News and old western movies, and, somewhat humorously, the true crime series Wives with Knives. He loved the music of George Thorogood, especially his favorite song, One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer.

But more than anything, Clifford loved being a father and even more so, a grandfather. His family was the center of his world. He often joked that after six children, he still had not figured out where they were all coming from, but the truth was he never knew how to live life without them. Every one of his children loved him deeply, and he loved them just as fiercely in return.

In his final days, Clifford found peace sitting in his car, smoking his cigarettes, listening to music, and reflecting on the life and family he loved so dearly. Even on his hardest days, he still managed to crack a joke or two, a lasting reminder of the strength, humor, and heart that defined him.

He will be deeply missed and forever remembered by all who had the privilege of knowing and loving him.]