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Mark "Mick" Duane Wagoner Sr.
April 3, 1943 - March 18, 2020
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Mark “Mick” Duane Wagoner, Sr. was born in Toledo, Ohio on April 3, 1943 to Hugh and Wilma Wagoner.  He passed peacefully surrounded by his family on March 18, 2020.  In between those two dates, he enjoyed a wonderful life of 76 years.  Mick had a boundless ability to love and always looked for the …
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Dar Walter left a message on March 24, 2020:
Mick's family My deepest sincere condolences to you all. I feel blessed to have had the privilege to have worked for six years at the law firm (until the birth of my son). All of the guys were the absolute best and most honorable. Mick was always a character, from always having a joke to silly comments. We used to call him Mickey D.! He was such a pleasure every day. I can't begin to express my sadness for your family. Mick's wonderful memory will carry on with all who knew him. Prayers for all!
Diane miller left a message on March 24, 2020:
I didnt know your Husband or your Dad. reading this story brought me to tears.My deepest sympathy for your family .May God hold you in his arms in this trying time God Bless.
Catherine Hoolahan left a message on March 23, 2020:
This will tell you something about how highly he was esteemed in the community - Mick represented my ex in our divorce. I knew nothing about divorce law at the time but I was thrilled because I knew from his reputation he would act fairly and honorably. Which he, of course, did.
Ted Kurt left a message on March 23, 2020:
In December 1980 Mick called and asked me to make a Santa visit to his kids. He told me young Mark, age 9, was “on the fence” about believing in Santa Claus, and was probably a non-believer. He asked me to do what I could to convince his son I was the real deal. I told him I knew just what to do; all I needed was for him to put a scrambled Rubik’s cube on the table next to the chair where I would sit. (I had memorized how to solve the cube couple months earlier). When I got there, I put young Mark up on my lap, and I started to make small talk. He was polite, but being a nine-year-old boy the kid started giving me the business about Santa Claus being fake, etc. It was a pretty crappy thing to do in front of his younger siblings, so I decided I had to make my move. I asked him, “What’s that thing, that colored box on the table?” He told me it was a scrambled puzzle, and all the sides were supposed to have the same color. He said he and his dad had tried to unscramble it several times, but it was impossible to do. “No one can do it,” he said, “not even my dad. It’s impossible.” I asked him to hand it to me. I looked at it for a bit, then starting twisting and turning until, about 40 seconds later, I handed the solved cube back to Mark and asked him “You mean like this?” I looked at Mark. His eyes were big as saucers - almost as big as young Mark’s! Next day Mick called to thank me, telling me I had gotten at least another year, maybe two, out of Mark. Years later I ran into young Mark at a Gridiron event & asked if he remembered Santa and the Rubik’s cube, telling him I had been Santa that night. He said not only did he recall the 1980 visit, he admitted “even now, as an adult, whenever I think about that night, I still wonder ...”
Marlo Kitchen left a message on March 23, 2020:
I was so sorry to hear about Mick's passing. I had the privilege of being opposite him in a few divorces back in the day. It was always a pleasure to have Mick on the other side. My heart goes out to Jo. I'm so sorry for your loss. Much love. He will be missed.
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