Morley Grant Coleman 23 February 1943 – 19 June 2019 It is with heavy hearts we advise that Morley Grant Coleman, 76, of Hudson Bay Saskatchewan, died in the early hours of Wednesday, June 19, at the Hudson Bay Union Hospital, after many years of living with asbestosis. He is deeply missed by his wife, Jacqueline (Jackie) Coleman (Savoie) and daughters Karly (Andreas Hengst) Coleman and Marly Coleman. He was predeceased by his sisters Marion and Audrey, his brother James and his beloved dog, Shadow. He is survived by his sister Janet (Gary Kilmury). He is also missed by his many nieces and nephews on both sides, and by his friends, many of whom he loved like family. He drew people to him like a moth to a flame and he entertained them all. In fact, if his daughters needed help anywhere in Saskatchewan, Morley knew someone who could help them out, regardless of what corner of the province they were. Morley was born in Esterhazy Saskatchewan to James Francis Coleman and Emma Christine Anderson. He and his family lived for many years in Stockholm, Saskatchewan, until they moved to Churchill, Manitoba, where James worked on the DEW Line and Morley learned to play hockey courtesy of the American army. He met Jackie after moving to Hudson Bay for work, and married her in 1966. He and Jackie settled in Hudson Bay but they travelled extensively visiting family and friends in Western and Northern Canada. Morley had a dry, if not ribald sense of humour, a sly wit, and unsurpassed penchant for pranks. If he said, “Good Morning” we often checked first if it was morning, then if it was good. He was tremendously fond of telling stories and enjoyed his tipple. When asked how he was, he always said he was finer than frog hair. He was a happy-go-lucky man who loved people and never left a party early. Surprisingly conservative, he wanted his wife to dress her age and his daughters to have normal coloured hair, but loved them nonetheless. He was very proud of his daughters and of his son-in-law Andy, even though Andy didn’t snowmobile initially and wrecked the garage door when he finally did. He was an avid sportsman and when he wasn’t playing sports he was watching them. He played hockey and baseball, curled, and spent years tramping around northern Saskatchewan hunting, fishing, camping, snowmobiling, and quading. The only sport he didn’t watch or participate in was basketball, because he could never figure out how the scoring worked. He was glad the Raptors won, but was unsure of how it happened. The family will have a memorial for Morley on September Long Weekend in lieu of a service, where we’ll share the remains of his vodka stash. We’d be delighted if you brought your favourite story about Morley to share also. Please contact Karly at szara@telus.netfor details. No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away – Terry Pratchett. To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die – Thomas Campbell My father didn’t tell me how to live, he lived and let me watch him do it – Clarence Buddington Kelland Death ends a life, not a relationship – Mitch Albam