Billy Hays - July 3, 1956 - August 30, 2008
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 CHAMPAIGN – William A. Hayes, 52, of Champaign went home in the evening hours of Saturday, Aug. 30, 2008, in Champaign.
Billy was born July 3, 1956, in Urbana, a son of Vernon and Gloria (Knox) Hayes. He is survived by two sisters, Gloria Hayes of Urbana and Zina (Omer) Wilkins of Rantoul; two uncles, Robert “Bobby” Knox of Champaign and Richard Knox of New Orleans; two nephews, Mario Hayes of Rantoul and Dwight Hayes of Rantoul; three nieces, Nicole Hayes of Rantoul and Karen Walker and DeeDee Young, both of Wichita, Kan. Also surviving are his two best friends, Jerry Uhl of Homer and Roger Humphrey of Champaign. He was preceded in death by his parents. Arrangements are being handled by Lux Memorial Chapel, Rantoul. No services are being held. |
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September 2nd, 2008 at 11:15 am
Sad news. Honestly, I had been thinking about him recently and kind of assumed he had probably already passed on. I was most shocked to find out he was only ten years older than me.
Billy Hayes, I’m much richer for having known you. He’s gone on to the great ceiling fans in the sky.
September 2nd, 2008 at 8:29 pm
Sorry to come across this. I heard about the event on the local news over the weekend prior to Billy’s name being announced. Spent a lot of my Treno’s chits around this vibrant spirit and frequently saw him near downtown Champaign on my way to work in the morning. Tough news.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:52 am
Randy and I were just talking about him the other day…about how Leroy took him home to his parent’s house for Christmas one year…Sad news…”if only I had a god damn dollar…”
October 30th, 2008 at 10:45 pm
didnt work another day after Coslows…priceless. didnt he have a catch phrase or something? His eyes would get real big and he’d scream “Oh Lawd”!! and laugh.
December 1st, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Jonno just sent me this link… Very sad indeed. I worked with Billy from 1984-1986. And it was “a PRIVILEGE and a PLEASURE!!”
We know he’s in a better place now, one with no five-gallon buckets filled with shit and piss (about which he used to have nightmares), and no fiery red beards.