*Layin' Roy to Rest, the Way He Lived: Free and Loved*

Friends, family, and folks who knew Roy Todd,

We lost a good one, Roy. He lived life on his own terms, and we loved him for it. Yeah, he was a little wild, like a Mad Hatter, but he had a heart o' gold. Taken from us too soon by diabetes.

Roy was more than just a friend; he was a brother, a confidant. I could call him anytime, no matter what. He'd listen, offer advice, or just be there.

Now, I want to make sure he gets the sendoff he deserves – respect, dignity, and love. Next to his brother, Carol Todd, in Kellysville.

Roy's stories about Sand Springs will live on; the people he met, the laughter, and adventures. But most importantly, we'll remember what a damn good man he was.

That's why I'm askin' for help with funeral expenses. I don't want Roy in Potter's Field, alone and unmarked. He mattered to us, and to the world.

Help me plz llay him to rest