Scott was raised in Oakdale, where he grew up surrounded by the love of his family: his mom, Mary Kay; his dad, Robert; which is no longer with us, and his brother, Tom. Once again you are reunited with your dad. He cherished his family deeply, especially his brother, whom he loved with all his heart. Scott was always there for his mom, helping her whenever she needed, a reflection of the strong bond they shared and the love that will last forever. Holidays were always special at her house, filled with laughter and cherished memories.

Scott’s roots were strong in Oakdale, but his family also extended to West Virginia, where his mom’s side came from. He often talked about how everyone in Oakdale listened to AC/DC, which was one of his favorite bands and a part of who he was. He loved his music. Many songs will remind us of him.

Scott made lasting friendships throughout his life. But it was when he met Squire and Frank that the truest of friendships were formed. The memories they shared together will last a lifetime. Scott loved these guys like brothers, and I’m so grateful for their unwavering friendship and support. I know Scott loved you both, and I love you too for all you’ve done. You meant the world to Scott.

I’ve known Scott nearly my entire life. We met when I was in kindergarten and he was in first grade, and through the years, our paths would cross many times. We even had a little crush on each other in high school. But it wasn’t until October 2nd, 2007, that we truly reconnected at Camp Hill. From that moment on, we were inseparable. A month after we got together, Scott proposed to me, and although we never officially tied the knot, to us, it didn’t matter. We had each other, and that was more than enough. In 17 years together, we never had a fight. We just got along that well. To Scott, when people would ask how long we’d been together, he’d say, "A hundred years... glorious years." When he left us, he took half of me with him. Scott was the love of my life and my life will never be the same without him by my side.

Scott embraced my daughter, Marilyn, as his own & she loved him like a dad. He would do absolutely anything for her, and she knew it. He loved her with all his heart. And when John and Madison came into our lives, Scott became their Pap Pap. He was so proud of his grandkids. He would joke that when he fed John a bottle, it was a "milkshake," and when he first held Madison, the two of them just stared at each other for an hour—an unforgettable moment that captured the depth of his love. Scott knew my whole family, and there was 10 of us. My family adopted him like a brother. His family grew, and he was loved like a brother. He had a loving, joking & everlasting bond with each and everyone of our family members.

After work, Scott and I would often visit the Polish White Eagles, a place that felt like home. It was a place where friendships were made and laughter filled the air. He knew everyone there, and everyone knew him. Whether reminiscing, watching the games, playing LCR, or watching the Mecum auctions, he was in his element. He was even lucky enough to win $200 on 2-car-check's football pull & the Yahtzee roll. Scott always laughed with that signature smile. He loved his time there and made lasting bonds with all his friends. When he won a prize on one of Don Cain’s tickets, his mom called him, asking when he had become Catholic, since his name had appeared in the church bulletin—something he hadn’t even known was going to happen. It was one of those classic Scott moments that made everyone laugh.

Scott’s sense of humor and wit were unmatched. He had a way of making everyone laugh, and his friends all had nicknames that reflected the special bond they shared. Whether it was at the club or on one of his many golf trips, Scott always found a way to bring joy to those around him. His golf buddies have countless stories, full of laughter, that will live on in our memories.

For 18 years, Scott worked for Collier Township as part of the road crew and as a mechanic. He was grateful to Billy Scalise for helping him get that job, and he formed strong friendships with his co-workers, many of whom he had known since childhood. The guys were more than just co-workers—they were like family, and the playful teasing between all the guys and Scott was a daily highlight. I want to thank Mitch, Chris, and Frank again for all their support during this time. You meant the world to him.

Scott was a big fan of car shows, especially the Mecum Auctions, and enjoyed watching shows like Roadkill, Top Gear, and Counting Cars. His friends and he spent countless hours discussing cars, sharing stories, and watching the auctions together. One time, he even jokingly told me that I should buy him an antique car, just like Lee had bought Harry his El Camino. I promised him that when I hit the lottery, he could pick out any car he wanted.

It is really - really hard to sum up Scott's life... because he was so much more than this... and was loved by so many. There were so many smiles, happy moments joking around and funny stories. God had taken a great man from us, too soon. We wanted more time with him but God has a plan for him.
It’s so very hard to say goodbye to someone who touched so many lives. Scott was loved and will be missed immensely, and though he’s no longer with us, he will never be forgotten. His story, his life will always be remembered in our hearts. He will always be our angel, watching over us, probably laughing when we do something stupid. Scott’s love, laughter, and light will remain in our hearts forever. I was blessed to have known him, have had him in my life and by my side. But most of all I was blessed to have him love me.

Until we meet again, Scott...AKA.. "Evil." I love you! You will forever be in my heart. May God wrap you in His glorious hands and take you to heaven.