Oliver L Hill

Oliver L. Hill, born November 30, 1950, to Oliver C. Hill and Edna G. Abbott Hill, has officially hosted his final gathering-and, true to form, we suspect he’s still running a little late to his own afterparty.

Ollie lived life the way he believed it should be lived: surrounded by people, laughter, and a cooler that was never, ever empty. If there was a reason to celebrate, Ollie found it. If there wasn’t a reason, he made one. His home was less of a house and more of a permanent event venue, where the music was always on, the stories got better with every telling, and no one left hungry (or thirsty).

With his Canadian family and friends, Ollie didn’t just celebrate holidays-he turned them into full-blown productions, with Easter being his undeniable masterpiece. When his four inherited grandkids came to visit, he arrived like the Easter Bunny’s overachieving cousin, arms loaded with wildly-over-the-top baskets stuffed with eggs-on-strings (yes, for hanging in trees, because why not?), bubbles, frisbees, kites, bunny glasses, chicken candles, headband ears, skipping ropes, and enough crafts to keep a small school district busy. Self-appointed “Activity Manager,” Ollie made sure no one sat still for more than 30 seconds-lovingly (and persistently) recruiting everyone into the chaos until the yard was full of laughter, people were in questionable Easter attire, and at least one kite stayed airborne far longer than anyone expected. Resistance was futile, fun was mandatory, and somehow, everyone loved each second of it.

He also held a particularly sacred place in his heart for St. Patrick’s Day-a holiday Ollie treated less like a single day and more like a multi-week festival. Green shirts, unique dance moves, and an unwavering commitment to “just one more round”, were all part of his annual tribute. It is widely believed that Ollie alone may have kept several party supply stores in business each March.

Ollie also deeply valued his coworkers, who he considered not just colleagues but extended family-and, at times, a captive audience for his stories. Whether on the job or off the clock, he had a way of bringing people together, usually with a laugh and often with a cold beer in hand. In fact, if there’s a heavenly bar, we’re confident he’s already asked where they keep the Bud Light and whether they need help organizing happy hour.

Ollie leaves behind countless friends, family members, and coworkers who will forever remember his generosity, his humor, and his unmatched ability to turn any ordinary day into something worth celebrating.

In honor of Ollie, his family suggests you do the following:

• Host a party “just because”

• Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day like it’s a national obligation

• Raise a cold Bud Light and tell a story that gets slightly exaggerated each time

• And most importantly, make sure everyone feels welcome

A Time of Sharing will be held at 4:00 p.m. on Wednesday, April 15, 2026 at Karrer-Simpson Funeral Home followed by an after-party honoring Ollie at The Office Lounge -loud, joyful, and exactly the way he would’ve wanted.

Rest easy, Oliver. Save us a seat, keep the drinks cold, and don’t start the party without us… or do. We know you will anyway.

Arrangements are by Karrer-Simpson Funeral Home. To send condolences, visit karrersimpson.com.