Joseph Scott Greaser

Joseph Scott Greaser, known affectionately as Butch, passed away on September 22, 2024, at the age of 70. Born on February 23, 1954, in Missouri, Butch was a beloved, brave, devoted, gentle, hard-working, honest, humorous, and wise individual whose presence touched the lives of many.

In his early years, Butch moved with his family to Texas at the age of 13. He attended school in Aldine but decided to leave in the 9th grade after realizing he had learned all that was being taught. Despite leaving formal education, Butch never stopped learning and continued to expand his knowledge throughout his life.

His career was marked by dedication and resilience, working tirelessly to keep trucks running and managing loaders. Butch held various truck driving jobs until he was compelled to retire due to health issues.

Family was at the core of Butch's life. He was a loving son, grandson, brother, husband, father, grandfather, and uncle. His passion for fast cars was evident, although he never had the opportunity to pursue professional racing. Known for his unique beard and admired by neighborhood children, Butch held strong convictions and possessed a dry sense of humor that kept those around him laughing. His brilliant mind was often compared to a walking encyclopedia.

Butch's personal interests included building motors, a passion he discovered at 13. Though he gave up his dream of racing for the love of his wife and family, He never outgrew his love for fast cars.

Affectionately referred to by names such as Santa Claus, ZZ Top, Grizzly Adams, Hercules, and Cowardly Lion, Butch cherished being called Dad, Grandpa, or G-paw the most.

Butch passed away at home in Montgomery, Texas, after a lengthy battle with cancer, under the loving care of Omega Life Hospice of Texas. He is survived by his loving wife of 49 years, Victrina Tate Greaser (Viki), and two of his three daughters, Rachel Greaser and Roxanne Knight, as well as one grandson, Joey Greaser. sisters, Kim Hornbuckle and her husband Ricky, Theresa Williams, and Gaye Lynn Lanning; aunt, Mary Greaser; He was preceded in death by his eldest daughter, Renee' Greaser, and his parents, Clyde and Gertrude (Betty) Greaser.

Butch will be remembered for his wisdom, humor, and unwavering devotion to his family and friends. His legacy of love and laughter will continue to inspire those who had the privilege of knowing him.

"Funeral Blues"

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let airplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message "He Is Dead".

Put crepe bows round the white necks of doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, My south, My East and West.

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out everyone;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can never come to any good.

W.H. Auden