This MSU fan may have the best obituary ever known to man

In the age of the internet, literally anything can go viral overnight, spreading from one corner of the world to everywhere else almost instantly. Although this bit of viral info -- an obituary, if you can believe it -- spreads to us from just down the road in Biloxi, it's certainly one worth sharing.

We didn't know Harry Weathersby Stamps. Maybe one of our readers out there did. Harry unfortunately passed away recently at the age of 80. Although I didn't have the privilege of knowing the man, nor do I know much circumstance surrounding his passing, we do know this: he has quite possibly the greatest obituary I've ever laid eyes on. The obit, which comes to us via the Biloxi Sun-Herald, was written as a tribute by his daughter, who wrote it on her way from to Mississippi for the funeral. The full obit can be viewed here at the Sun-Herald's website, but here are a few highlights:

Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies' man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.

Harry was locally sourcing his food years before chefs in California starting using cilantro and arugula (both of which he hated). For his signature bacon and tomato sandwich, he procured 100% all white Bunny Bread from Georgia, Blue Plate mayonnaise from New Orleans, Sauer's black pepper from Virginia, home grown tomatoes from outside Oxford, and Tennessee's Benton bacon from his bacon-of-the-month subscription. As a point of pride, he purported to remember every meal he had eaten in his 80 years of life.

The women in his life were numerous. He particularly fancied smart women. He loved his mom Wilma Hartzog (deceased), who with the help of her sisters and cousins in New Hebron reared Harry after his father Walter's death when Harry was 12. He worshipped his older sister Lynn Stamps Garner (deceased), a character in her own right, and her daughter Lynda Lightsey of Hattiesburg. [...]

He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini glasses garnished with cornbread.

[...] He loved to use his oversized "old man" remote control, which thankfully survived Hurricane Katrina, to flip between watching The Barefoot Contessa and anything on The History Channel. [...] He also took pride in his service during the Korean conflict, serving the rank of corporal--just like Napolean, as he would say.

Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at the Sam's on Highway 49, and a pair of old school Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap.

Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina. He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent. [...]

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Because of his irrational fear that his family would throw him a golf-themed funeral despite his hatred for the sport, his family will hold a private, family only service free of any type of "theme." Visitation will be held at Bradford-O'Keefe Funeral Home, 15th Street, Gulfport on Monday, March 11, 2013 from 6-8 p.m.

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Finally, the family asks that in honor of Harry that you write your Congressman and ask for the repeal of Day Light Saving Time. Harry wanted everyone to get back on the Lord's Time.

Our condolences to Harry's family for their loss. He sounds like really the coolest of men.

When I (hopefully) join you in heaven, Harry, let's sit down and have a drink.

h/t UPROXX

photo via Biloxi Sun-Herald