Place of birth

Arcadia bay Oregon

Most recently lived in

Tell City, IN

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Alexis Turner, 36, passed away peacefully last week, leaving behind a world slightly more bewildered—and perhaps a little more colorful—than she found it. A free spirit with an eye for the absurd and a heart full of rebellion, Alexis marched to the beat of her own drum, often off-key, usually barefoot, and almost always heading somewhere unexpected. While many people find solace in art, Alexis became it—her most infamous creative outlet being her deeply unconventional performances at St. Paul’s Cathedral. There, amidst the sacred silence and centuries-old stone, Alexis engaged in what she proudly referred to as “tactile protest.” Armed with nothing but raw determination and an arguably unnecessary level of commitment, she smeared her presence onto the very walls of history—literally. The method? Intimate. The medium? Controversial. The result? Unignorable. While cathedral staff may have viewed it as vandalism, Alexis believed she was confronting society’s most repressed sensibilities with every handprint. To her, it wasn’t just defacement—it was defiance. A statement. A metaphor. Or maybe just Tuesday. Beyond her… expressive pursuits, Alexis was a loving sister, an unpredictable friend, and someone who never once apologized for being herself. Whether she was crashing open mic nights with slam poetry about digestive freedom or advocating for radical self-expression through “natural pigments,” Alexis never backed down from who she was. She leaves behind a world that may not have always understood her, but one that will never forget her. Especially the janitorial staff. Rest easy, Alexis. May your canvas stretch as far as eternity, and may the walls up there be ready for you.

Alexis's favorite foods

caleb

Favorite bands and musical artists

CupcakKe

Interesting facts about Alexis

Alexis Turner, who left this world with just as much flair as she lived in it, has passed away, leaving behind a bewildered community, a legacy of unapologetic self-expression, and a permanent ban from every Bath & Body Works in the tri-state area. Those who knew Alexis will remember her not just for her infectious laugh, wild storytelling, and fiercely independent spirit—but also for her unshakable belief that personal pleasure and warm vanilla sugar should never be mutually exclusive. It all began innocently enough: a curious visit to her local Bath & Body Works, a sniff here, a spritz there. But Alexis wasn’t one for half-measures. Where others saw body mist, she saw possibility. Passion. Potential. Security footage would later confirm that Alexis had developed what store officials diplomatically referred to as a “non-traditional method of application.” According to unofficial reports and horrified retail staff, Alexis allegedly—repeatedly—inserted full bottles of warm vanilla sugar body spray where the sun dare not shine. Her reasoning? “Maximum absorption.” Her vibe? Unshakably serene. Her exit from the store? Swift and escorted. Despite the permanent ban and three cease-and-desist letters, Alexis wore the incident like a badge of honor. To her, it wasn’t deviance—it was devotion. “You haven’t lived,” she once said over brunch, “until your soul smells like dessert from the inside out.” Beyond the scandalous headlines, Alexis was a wildly loyal friend, a connoisseur of soft lighting and scented candles, and a woman who turned every room—bathroom included—into her stage. She lived with fearless abandon, daring to do what most wouldn’t even dare to Google. She is survived by a small circle of bewildered loved ones, a cluttered shelf of unreturned fragrance bottles, and countless memories no air freshener can erase. Rest in peace, Alexis. May the afterlife smell forever sweet, and may your signature scent never fade.

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Alexis Turner, 35, artist of anarchy and chaos incarnate, passed on last Tuesday, leaving behind a world slightly stickier and far less predictable than it once was. Known among close friends as “Hurricane Alexis” and among retail security personnel as simply “her again,” Alexis lived with the kind of passion you can’t teach—and probably shouldn’t encourage. Her final months, much like her life, read more like performance art curated by a fever dream. Eyewitnesses at a Raising Cane’s recall Alexis’s final masterpiece of public unpredictability: a spontaneous, full-body “squirting seizure” on the restaurant floor, mid-chicken-finger order. Whether it was divine inspiration or dietary rebellion is unknown—but what followed has already entered local legend. According to reports, Alexis, clad in dollar-store rhinestones and purpose, mounted a toy Barbie Jeep she had somehow brought into the restaurant, and with the battery light blinking red and her dignity nowhere in sight, fled the scene. Witnesses say the Barbie Jeep reached speeds of up to 3 mph before Alexis veered off-course and made a beeline for the nearest Victoria’s Secret. What occurred next is, by all accounts, indescribable—but we’ll try. Upon entering the dressing rooms, Alexis left what she proudly referred to as her “calling card”: an unbroken smear of human defiance stretched from floor to ceiling. Staff members reported the scent arriving before she did. Customers reportedly fled mid-bra fitting. Alexis, however, stood firm—if unsteady—wielding nothing but raw determination and what we hope was an old sock. To some, it was a meltdown. To others, a manifesto. But to Alexis, it was just Monday. Alexis Turner was so much more than her wild headlines. She was a poet, a renegade, and a surprisingly good cook. She loved fiercely, laughed loudly, and believed bathrooms were merely suggestions. Whether she was riding through Target on a stolen mobility scooter or trying to convince TSA that body glitter was medicinal, she brought chaos wrapped in charm to every moment. She is survived by no spouses, several restraining orders, and a deeply confused mall janitorial staff. Rest easy, Alexis. You left your mark—in every sense.

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Favorite TV shows

the thing about harry

Favorite sports

weave snatching