David Keith Lewis Jr.

David Keith Lewis has finally escaped the humidity.He left this world the way he lived in it: on his own terms, mid-complaint, golf club in one hand, hockey stick in the other, Vegas Knights game on in the background.

Dave wore the Lewis name with pride — loudly, at full volume, the way he did most things. A devoted father to his son Nathan, age 4, he loved fiercely: his family, his friends, the Vegas Golden Knights, and the Philadelphia Flyers, two teams that gave him roughly equal joy and heartbreak.

He never missed a chance to remind you how the season was going, or, most importantly, that he was the best-looking guy in the room. On the golf course, a bad round was never his fault. The wind, the grass, the temperature, the ball, and even the trees all took their turns as the reason for a missed shot, his swing was never once the problem. Dave also had opinions, plenty of them, and considered it his personal mission to bring you over to his side. If you disagreed, he'd let you know, directly, loudly, and without an ounce of hesitation, that you were wrong.He was someone you'd choose to sit next to, because underneath it all was a man who'd do anything for the people he loved.

Dave is survived by his son Nathan, who now carries the Lewis name forward, and who he loved more than anything in this world. He leaves behind a family who adored him and friends who will carry his memory, his laugh, and his larger-than-life presence with them always.

In lieu of flowers, have a cheeseburger somewhere with air conditioning, and tell yourself you're right about something. Dave wouldn't have agreed, but he'd respect the confidence.

Rest easy, Dave Lewis.

Private services are being planned.