Kaden Hunter Helquist

Kaden Hunter Helquist, known to his friends and family as Hunter, embraced the world with his wit and charm on January 8, 1997, in the humble town of Monticello, Utah. On July 15, 2024, at the age of 27, Hunter's final curtain call came all too soon due to an accident in the very town that had shaped his laughter-filled life.
Hunter was the beloved son of Charlie Kirk Helquist and Patricia Ann Helquist; a brother to MacKenna Dennison and the late Ian Bernard Helquist. He was a grandson to Kirk and Nancy Helquist, and to Audie and the late Katie Turner. Hunter was married to Lexxi Slavens and was graced with two young sons, Noah Kaden Helquist and Onyx Ian Helquist, who shall carry forth his name. His legacy is further enshrined in the youthful spirits of his nephew Tyler Vallejos, and his three nieces, Zoey Jayde Austin, Raylynn Sky Guzman-Gray, and Raelyne Faye Lopez. A host of loving uncles, aunts, and cousins have 27 year's worth of unforgettable memories that will always be cherished and never forgotten.
He graduated from Monticello High School, where he was voted "Most Likely to Dismantle the Principal's Car for a Senior Prank." He took that can-do spirit and his penchant for practical jokes to Utah State University, where he earned his CDL and became the go-to guy for anyone whose engine made a noise more complicated than a hiccup. He used his training to become a dependable part of the waste management team for the City of Monticello.
Hunter was the kind of guy who could find the funny in a flat tire or the hilarious in a hard day's work. His hands were rarely clean, not because he didn't value soap, but because they were always elbow-deep in the guts of a car. He was a wizard with a wrench and a maestro with a welder, turning every broken thing he touched into a chorus of "good as new."
Hunter's love for the great outdoors was only surpassed by his love for teaching and spending time with his sons, Noah and Onyx. He learned from a young age that swimming in his underwear was appropriate behavior, and the rumors are he was proudly demonstrating and teaching his boys the same trick. His happy place, no doubt, was to have his boys tag along with a fishing pole in hand to catch the next "big one".
Hunter was a man whose generosity knew no bounds; he'd give you the shirt off his back, even if it was his favorite one with the witty slogan. He was the embodiment of the words "handy," "loving," and "generous".
To Hunter: May your toolbox always be full, your fishing lines never tangle, and your mullet "live on" with Noah and Onyx proudly competing for the best dad "look alike". You were a rare gem, a bright light, and an unforgettable soul. Keep the angels entertained, buddy, until we meet again.
Funeral Services will be held at 11:00 AM on Friday, July 26th at the LDS North Chapel located at 347 N 200 W in Monticello, Utah. Friends and family are invited for a private viewing from 9:30 AM to 10:30 AM on the same date.