Stephen Michael Dougan

December 21, 1960 – December 21, 2021

If you are reading this then I, Stephen Michael Dougan, of Qualicum Beach, B.C. have passed.  I expect I have succumbed to my 7 year battle with cancer.  My dear wife did suggest that my longevity to this day was due to my consumption of beer, and Froot Loops, however, she did suggest she would have me put down if I were to start mixing my beer in with my Froot Loops.  Maybe I was hit by a bus.  I don’t know, but you are here, and I am not.

I am survived by my amazing wife Susan, and my brilliant family; son Shamus, step-son Broderick, step-daughter Stephanie, her husband Richard, and their sons Malakai and Sawyer, my mother Karen, and my brother Paul and his wife Joanne.  I have had the honor of being a part of the lives of many dear friends, some of whom will miss me even when they are sober.

I was pre-deceased by my Father Ernest, my brother James, and several billion other amazing people over the course of history, all of whom will be waiting with bated breath for my arrival.

In my youth my passions were beer, skydiving, motorcycles, martial arts, flying, running, swimming, shooting, philosophy, psychology, music, and bad decisions.  Later in life I spent much of my time mending from the choices of my youth and cherishing the memories they created.  The times between were spent writing some remarkable pieces of fictional literature under the name S.M. Dougan, consuming beer, travelling, and engaging in other enjoyable leisurely pursuits; some of which would not have been approved by my mother, or wife.

My goal in death is to haunt the Vancouver Canucks until they bring home the Stanley Cup since they didn’t have the courtesy of doing so during my life.  If you notice them starting to get favorable bounces going their way yell out, “Dougan!” They’ll never prove it was me in a video review.

A celebration of life and merciless roast will be held at a future date.  I plan to be in attendance.  If you see me, don’t run away screaming, just bring me a beer and say hello.  In lieu of flowers please make an obscenely generous donation to my beautiful wife, Susan, or to the Canadian Cancer Society, or both.  My remains might be set adrift in a wooden long boat and set afire by flaming arrows.  But more likely just cremated in a private family cemetery.

Lives Cherished and Celebrated