Arrr, Gleaton Jones, a fine Georgia scallywag and champ of the run, has shuffled off to Davy Jones' locker at 21!
2024-12-15
Arrr, matey! 'Twas a sad tale, this Gleaton Jones, a fine young lad of 21. He met his fate in a wild chariot crash, sufferin' a blow to his noggin. The sea be cruel, but the land be crueler still! Raise a mug for the buccaneer in peace!
Avast, me hearties! Gather 'round as I regale ye with the tale of young Gleaton Jones, a sprightly lad of but 21 years, who once dashed like the wind as a running back fer the famed Georgia Bulldogs. Alas, fate dealt a cruel hand when he met his end in a ruckus o' a car crash whilst on a hunting escapade in the sunny tropics of Florida!With a noggin full o’ dreams and a heart brimming with joy, this lad was renowned fer his magnetic charm, enchantin' all who crossed his path. His kinfolk and mates spoke of him as 'Gleat,' a fella who brought light to the darkest of days, like a lantern on a moonless night. The obituary sang high praises, hailing him as humble and kind, adored by legions of friends.
Before joinin’ the Bulldogs for a single season, Gleaton honed his skills as a three-sport rogue at Deerfield-Windsor School in Georgia. Tis a pity the tides pulled him away too soon! Yet, let it be known that the hearts o’ many are heavy with love and gratitude, as they gather to pay homage to this bright star, with a memorial service set upon Wynfield Plantation. Raise your tankards high for Gleaton, a true treasure lost to the briny deep!