William Albert Lane

For you Dad, because you liked this idea.

I don't understand why most people don't write their own obituary. Most are written by a relative who somehow believes that the world needs to know that I liked old fashions, camping, watching the Packers play, and riding my Collector's 1986 Soft-Tail Harley.

So, before my daughter, girlfriend or sisters decide to yap about a dozen meaningless bits of information about my life, just to make my obituary an impressive length, allow me to write down a few words on my own behalf to minimize any potential boredom for anyone mildly interested in reading this.

Webster defines an obituary as "A notice of a person's death, usually with a short biographical account." So here it goes...I was born on December 5, 1954, in Far Rockaway, NY, and left this world on October 21, 2025, in Oshkosh, WI. Now you can figure out how old I was.

My major accomplishment of my life was our Miracle daughter, Amanda. I am so proud of who and what she has become. Amanda and her husband Sean, have three children, my grandsons, Blake and Carter, and my bonus granddaughter, Madilyn. I have been blessed by them all. I have also been blessed repeatedly with the love of my girlfriend, DJ, for 21 years. Her steadfastness in all areas of my life is a testament to her unwavering loyalty, devotion, and patience.

I understand that this short life is but a training ground for the hereafter, and I hope by now that I have been reunited with my father Richard, along with my brother Richie and my dearest Aunt Ethel. To my mother Clara, sisters Kathy and Patty (John), nieces Michelle and Stephanie, and grandnieces & nephews, we will reunite once again in Our Lord's Kingdom and be together forever. No rush!

I have asked for no visitation or funeral. What's the point of coming to look at a lovely blue urn purchased on Amazon for $52? They really do sell everything!

Just think of me once in a while, fondly, I hope & have a drink! Until we meet again, do something good for someone every day. This isn't goodbye, just see ya later.

Burial will be at a later date in South Dakota at the Black Hills National Cemetery. Dad will finally make it to Sturgis!

For each of us who has known Bill, Billy, Wild Bill, Duck Lips, we know who and what he was, from his accomplishments and weaknesses, to what he did and what he stood for. We all have our own personal memories of him; we loved him, and we will miss him dearly.