Joe left this mortal coil at 45 years old because, as he would say, "some f*cking moron wasn't paying attention."He leaves behind his grieving wife, Elisa, and his two stepchildren, Simon and Holden, whom he loved deeply, despite lecturing them to clean their rooms constantly. He also leaves behind about 2000 best friends (because that is what kind of a guy he was), five cats, and several vintage cars. He loved all of them too.Known to many as JoeTCreep, "the guy with the hat," he was generous and helpful to everyone around him, and he never sugarcoated anything he had to say. He was immensely talented at everything he did, which included building and fixing just about everything, preparedness mastery, trap shooting, making up silly portmanteaus, and avoiding eating vegetables (which his wife hid in his food anyway). His life's resume included volunteer firefighting, being an automotive specialist at Rusnak and Monaco Motors, singing in a barbershop quartet, being "president" of the Creeps car club, calling bingo and pinewood derby racing at Bigfoot Lodge, and working as a rigging grip in IATSE Local 80 for many movies and TV shows, which he had the most fun and passion for above all.He had a timeless sensibility, a ridiculous and infectious laugh that would bring him to tears, even if a joke wasn't that funny, and always had candy (and a knife) in his pocket.He was way too young and should have had so much life ahead of him, and while we are better having him in our lives at all, we all suffer from the absence his loss has brought.
Published in Los Angeles Times on May 12, 2020.