Eugene Willard Cushing Jr. "Bill" to everyone who knew and loved him, was born on October 18, 1960, and traded his earthly zip ties for heavenly duct tape on January 4, 2024.

Bill is survived by his daughter, Lynde Reed of Moultrie, Georgia; his son, Seth Cushing of Los Angeles, California; and his four sisters: Kathy, Rhonda, Susan, and Pam. He leaves behind four incredible grandchildren: Abryelle, Mackenzie, Zachary, and Harrison, who will forever miss their Paw's larger-than-life presence. He is reunited now with his son Jacob, his mother, and his sisters Donna and Debbie, surely stirring up some mischief and laughter wherever they are.

Bill was a true Renaissance man-a tinkerer at heart who could fix anything with a zip tie and some good ol' Cushing ingenuity. His pride and joy (besides his kids, maybe) was his many 1970s Ford F100 pickups, trucks that ran solely on love, patience, and probably sheer willpower. He cheered for the Boston Celtics but could never get over the Larry Bird era, hollered for the LSU Tigers when they were good, and lived and died by his New Orleans Saints with a paper bag on his head. He began his career in the U.S. Navy, where he likely learned to "bull**** his way in and out of any situation," a talent that served him well throughout his life.

Afterward, he wore many hats in creative and engineering roles in manufacturing and oil, always finding inventive ways of getting the job but could always figure out the solutions to any problem.

Off the clock, Bill was a legendary youth sports coach, coaching his daughter and two sons with equal parts passion and humor. He was the coach everyone wanted their kids to play for-not just because of his skill, but because he made it fun and meaningful for everyone involved.

Bill had a wicked sense of humor and an uncanny ability to turn a story into an event. Whether you needed a laugh, a hand, or a shoulder to lean on, he was there. Yes, he wasn't perfect, and yes, he'd be the first to joke about that, but he was unapologetically himself-leaving a lasting impact on his kids, grandkids, sisters, (multiple) wives, friends, and anyone lucky enough to cross his path.

Bill was larger than life, impossible to forget, and deeply loved. He will be missed by everyone who had the pleasure of knowing him. So, raise a glass (or a wrench) in his honor, and remember that heaven is a little funnier, a little louder, and a whole lot brighter now that Bill's there.

Cremation was entrusted to Riley Smith & Sons Funeral Home, 1810 W. 4th Street, DeQuincy, Louisiana.