elaborate, often animated Halloween ghosts and ghouls every year for trick-or-treaters. He loved his family his daughters, his friends, and his dogs: Nanook, Tuck and later Dodger. He loved to cruise around town and dance to his favorite songs. He loved science and nature and learning and imparted that same love and curiosity to his daughters which will always endure. Peanuts earned his life-long nickname on his very first day of school when the bus driver, after seeing the five-year-old with a shaved head and red corduroy overall shorts, remarked, “Well, don’t you look like a peanut”

Peanuts was predeceased by his father, Marcel in 1980, his mother, Mirelle in 2000 and his brother Claude on June 27th 2011

Not how did he die, but how did he live?

Not what did he gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth

Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?

But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,

But how many were sorry when he passed away.

Loved by all