William Clifford Starcher

Will was a hardworking man who had an unwavering love for his family. Over the years he had come to know and build a relationship with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. His faith wasn’t loud or showy, but it was there, steady as the road he drove and the life he built. He didn’t preach it, but he lived it in his generosity, and non-judgmental ways. His humble ways made it easy for him to find common ground with everyone he came across

Will spent his life doing what a lot of people boasted about, but few actually followed through with. He showed up every single day. Whether it was working in the dry ice business or later putting miles down across mountain passes as a truck driver. Will was the kind of man who didn’t call in, didn’t back down, and didn’t believe in doing anything half-assed. “Do it right or don’t do it at all” was something we learned early on from our dad.

And mornings? Will didn’t believe in half-assing those either.

If you had ever been woke up between 2 and 5am to the sound of the Top Country Countdown blaring through the house while he vacuumed like a man on a mission, you understood. To him, vacuuming wasn’t a chore, it was an art form. And if those carpet lines weren’t straight? He’d redo the whole thing without a second thought. No shortcuts. No half-effort.

But Will wasn’t all grit and routine, he also had an untamable wild streak. He was truly a man’s man with a deep affection for hunting, fishing, drinking, and smoking. He had a way of turning any gathering into something worth remembering. He was the life of the party in the truest sense: loud, funny, a little unpredictable, but always completely genuine. When you heard the age-old phrase “he’d give you the shirt off his back” …... that was Will. I don’t know how many times he gave his vehicles away to single moms or someone in need, then caught a ride home…… Remember the Datsun?

At his core, he was as real as they came. What you saw was what you got. No filters, no pretending. He didn’t just pass through this life quietly; he made sure you knew he was here. And in a true reflection of this was the loyalty and deep love he had for his wife of 26 years, Tamara.

He leaves behind a legacy of stories, laughter, and a standard of toughness that is impossible to match, but if you listen close enough, you’ll still hear him. In the music turned up loud, in the stories we’ve heard a million times, and in the kind of work ethic old country songs sang about.

So, turn the music up! Straighten your vacuum lines, and tell the stories the way he would, loud, and a little wild. That’s how you keep a man like Will alive.

He is survived by his: Spouse / Partner: Tamera Starcher; Daughter(s)/Son(s): Christine Pittman (Jeremiah), Jason Starcher (Kristin), Theresa Starcher, Lorraine Nation, (Jimmy), Angie Thompson Siblings: Debbie Starcher, Charles Starcher, John Starcher Grandchildren: Hunter Pittman, Austin Pittman, Cooper Pittman, Bryan Starcher, Makyra Starcher, Jenna Bressler, Warren Shomshor, Ray Ray Peña, Ricky Peña, Marissa Peña, and Ruben Peña. Aunts and Uncles: Shelby (Jimmy) Shipley of Cartersville Georgia, Charlotte Carmack of Afton Tennessee, & Teresa (Billy) Banks of Greeneville Tennessee, and numerous cousins, nieces and nephews. Close friends who were like family: Ray Starks, Ken his fishing buddy, The truck driver guy, MoJo and so many more

He is preceded in death by: Parents and Siblings, Bill and Donna Starcher, Shirley Starcher, Gerald Starcher. Grandparents: Clifford and Lena Starcher, Great Grandparents: Neil & Grace Starcher, William & Mary Hensley, Uncles: Gene Starcher, H. D. Starcher, Preston Starcher, and Brenda Starcher Roberts.