Richard Charles Petitjean

     Richard Charles Petitjean was Dick was a Master with plaster and drywall. His work was so good that you didn't even need to sand. He also made beautiful duck decoys and wonderful pieces of furniture. He loved hunting and enjoyed collecting guns. He was born on 29 August 1934 at Green Bay, WI. He was the son of Martin Petitjean and Irene M Brueckner. Richard Charles Petitjean was living between 1945 and 1966 at Milwaukee, Milwaukee, WI, USA. He was living between 1968 and 2006 at Mequon, Ozaukee, WI, USA. He died on 3 August 2006 at Milwaukee, Milwaukee, WI, USA, at age 71; Died suddenly while checking out at a hardware Store (Fillingers at 43rd and Good Hope) at about 10:15am. He was in line and fell over. Customer behind him attempted CPR. Paramedics arrived quickly and were unable to revive him and was pronounced dead at the scene. They took him directly to the morgue. Two witnesses said "He was dead before he hit the floor". He Petitjean, Richard C. Passed away Thursday, Aug 3, 2006 age 71 years. Beloved husband of Janet (nee John) for 49 years. Loving father of Lisa Fetzer, Ann (David) Butler and Martin Petitjean. Dear grandpa of Emily, Lauren, Katherine, Alvah and Natalie. Brother-in-law of Arno (Diane) John and Dawn (the late Edward) John. Also survived by nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. Private interment Wisconsin Memorial Park. ZWASKA FUNERAL HOME Serving the Family. (414)354-5330 on 8 August 2006 at from Milwaukee Jounal. He was buried on 15 August 2006 at Wisconsin Memorial Park Cemetery, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, WI, USA; Dick was buried today. It was a picture perfect day; not a cloud in the sky and about 79 degrees with a slight wind. His daughter Ann, her husband Dave, and his Grandkids Al and Natalie were present. Dick's ashes where in a small black plastic rectangle shaped box. The worker placed the box on a little white column/pedestal that was placed on a piece of carpet that covered the hole. A gold lid was lying next to the pedestal. On each side of the carpet was a set of 4 chairs. After the worker placed the box of ashes on the pedestal, he walked a considerable distance away and left us alone. We sat there for a few minutes pondering it all. "My Dad is in a box" Ann said in disgust and disbelief. A few minutes later, Ann read some appropriate passages from the Bible and we all prayed. Ann then called the worker over and he removed the carpet and the plywood covering the hole. He then placed the box of ashes into the cement crypt that was already in the hole. The crypt as about a foot long and 8 inches wide and about a foot deep. The hole was about 3 feet deep and just big enough for the Crypt. The worker asked if we had anything to place in the crypt with him, which we didn't. He then placed the gold colored cement top on the crypt and made sure the seal was tight. He then asked if they should back fill, and Ann said yes. They backed up a small 4 wheeler with a load of dirt on the back and filled in the hole using shovels. He then placed the stand with the wreath of flowers Ann bought into the fresh dirt so it was secure. "Good-bye Dad", Ann said as we left. Good-bye Dick, Grandpa, and Dad. Rest in piece. May God welcome you into his Kingdom with open arms!