Joseph Harold "Joe" Blanchard

A celebration of my life will be held on Saturday July 9, 2011 at 5 p.m. at my home, 55 Midnight Pass in Crawfordville, FL. The Wiley Coyote Band will play from 5 to 8 p.m., with polka music by Not Quite Ready Band in between sets. Appetizers from Lou Ann and Rich Worner will be served, and there will be an open bar catered by June and Harold Lee, owners of the Sky Box. Maurice Langston will say a few short words at 6 p.m.

I was born April 25, 1936 in Dickson, a little town in eastern Iowa and died in Crawfordville, Florida at home on June 24, 2011.

I am survived by my loving wife of fourteen wonderful years, Regina; my brother Tom and his wife Dawn of Jefferson City, Missouri, their two children Matt and Ginny; my brother Mike and his wife Deb of Eau Claire, Wisconsin and their daughter Lindsey; two children, Terry Blanchard and Debra Lee, both of Tallahassee; two stepdaughters, Mardi Scott of Tarpon Springs and Michelle Siviter of St. Petersburg; two grandchildren, Nick and Adam Lee of Tallahassee; Nick's wife Felicity, great grandson Jackson, and many close friends, far too many to name, but I must name two: Joel Castro, who must have been sent by God to help me through this; and Donny Crum.

Well I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the thought of being dead I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read

Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind at ease if you fulfill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Just let my headstone be a neon sign

Let it burn in mem'ry of all of my good times

Fix me up with a manequin, just remember I like blondes I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Just make your next selection and while your still in line You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox when I die --Joe (Lyrics by Joe Diffie)