Obituary for Bertin St. Pierre
Bertin Joseph St. Pierre Jr., 48, of Enfield, CT, fell asleep on the couch on Friday, December 18, 2020 and didn’t wake up probably due to Covid.. He was the Son of Deborah Lynn (Guertin) Dionne, and Bertin Joseph St.Pierre Sr., he was born somewhere in CT on July 27, 1972. He died before he could write his own obituary and left his kid sister to do it for him.. I KNOW I have his blessing in writing this and he would want you to laugh with him as you read on.
His name was Bert and people called him Bert.. he was well known for his sense of humor and ability to make people laugh so hard our stomachs hurt, as the tears ran down our legs. If you asked him to describe himself in one word , he couldn’t .. he would say he was a fart sniffing, chain smoking, stiff drinking kinda man as he did all three simultaneously. He was quite the comedian.
He always joked about what it would be like to ride on the little school bus, but instead he had to walk a mile and took a short cut through the woods as he dodged an old man and his shot gun for trespassing. He failed grammar because he preferred using cuss words and without much effort he graduated top of his GED class.
My brother didn’t like being bossed around much. He worked odd jobs doing construction and landscaping .. he had many jobs and was a “jack of all trades.. master of none” .. but he took most pride in the jobs he did as favors, the ones that didn’t come with a paycheck. He was a handy man with a red neck type of ability to do a hack job fixing anything, with a hammer , nails and duck tape. He loved gardening.. his “weed eater” would trim the bushes better than Edward scissor hands. He was a talented artist and he could draw anything in this world except for a human face.. he said those were too ugly. He loved shopping at Walmart.. once he walked in wearing his worn out dirty sneakers with no money in his account.. and walked out wearing a brand new pair. He would call it the five finger discount. He had many hobbies and you can say he was a survivalist.. he loved fishing, grilling, canoeing, bows and arrows, knife throwing bon fires and setting fires in abandoned buildings to keep warm. He was ready for Armageddon but left this world before building his bunker under the garage in my back yard.. and never got a chance to live his dream of cleaning snow off cars in the peace corps of Antarctica.
Bertin is survived by our Step Father Joel Dionne, a Fairy God Mother Trish Alvarez, his sister Jessica-Lynn Robillard, a brother Will Kent, a daughter Trazia (St.Pierre, Morgan) Williams, no other children or grandchildren that we know of. His nephew Nathaniel Bourque, Nieces Michaela Bourque (his favorite) and Kierra Bourque.. . he also left behind his pet skunk that he would feed and hold in his arms without once being sprayed .. Mr. Skunk is homeless now.
He was predeceased by his parents Deborah Dionne and Bertin St.Pierre Sr. and his wild pets a squirrel.. a boa constrictor... rats.. and his pet spider named Hope.. he loved telling the story how Hope would jump on his shoulder and they would play everyday for months, but once he lost Hope and was very sad.. the next day he went to church and truth be told, the message preached that day was about finding Hope! You won’t believe this but when he got home guess who jumped on his shoulder.. you guessed it.. Hope! He was reunited with his friend. Oh how these stories made us laugh especially when you realized they were all TRUE!
He was a sensitive man the type of person who couldn’t hurt a fly. He would actually catch flies with his bare hands and set them free!
He took kindly to many people in his neighborhood, he loved reading the Bible with Miss Willy and would babysit Miss Heidi’s cat and take it for car rides in Michaelas car. He would help them bring in their groceries too.. his “big brother” Steve is going to miss how he grilled them mean steaks and carting his butt around to do errands. Every time his friend Sandy looks out the window she will remember how Bert would stare at her through it with his face and hands pressed against the glass making fish lips.
Bert truly had a loving and charitable heart.. he never had a dime to his name but would spend his very last penny on someone in need. He would break his back helping you out.. he once carried a picnic table across the yard for someone holding it over his head pretending to be Hulk Hogan but his favorite wrestler was actually Jimmy Fly Snucka..
If you didn’t know my brother, you do now... you can see why we will all miss him so much... his family and friends hold these memories and many others dear to our hearts.. I hope he knows he was worth more to us than any precious stone.
Due to Covid and it’s astounding 99.9% recovery rate along with the fears the media has caused, services have not yet been determined.
If you must donate please do so generously to Enfield Loaves and Fishes Food Pantry at 28 Prospect St. Enfield, CT 06082. That was his favorite place to eat.. he would rant and rave about how he could gum the meat without his dentures. Great food and volunteers there.. he would rate the place with 5 stars. I know if I wrote this prematurely and read it to him while roasting marshmallows in the back yard, he would jump up and down whaling his arm and tell me yes! Yes! Followed by one of them Big Brother Bear hugs.. I love you Bert.. Blowing kisses!
His name was Bert and people called him Bert.. he was well known for his sense of humor and ability to make people laugh so hard our stomachs hurt, as the tears ran down our legs. If you asked him to describe himself in one word , he couldn’t .. he would say he was a fart sniffing, chain smoking, stiff drinking kinda man as he did all three simultaneously. He was quite the comedian.
He always joked about what it would be like to ride on the little school bus, but instead he had to walk a mile and took a short cut through the woods as he dodged an old man and his shot gun for trespassing. He failed grammar because he preferred using cuss words and without much effort he graduated top of his GED class.
My brother didn’t like being bossed around much. He worked odd jobs doing construction and landscaping .. he had many jobs and was a “jack of all trades.. master of none” .. but he took most pride in the jobs he did as favors, the ones that didn’t come with a paycheck. He was a handy man with a red neck type of ability to do a hack job fixing anything, with a hammer , nails and duck tape. He loved gardening.. his “weed eater” would trim the bushes better than Edward scissor hands. He was a talented artist and he could draw anything in this world except for a human face.. he said those were too ugly. He loved shopping at Walmart.. once he walked in wearing his worn out dirty sneakers with no money in his account.. and walked out wearing a brand new pair. He would call it the five finger discount. He had many hobbies and you can say he was a survivalist.. he loved fishing, grilling, canoeing, bows and arrows, knife throwing bon fires and setting fires in abandoned buildings to keep warm. He was ready for Armageddon but left this world before building his bunker under the garage in my back yard.. and never got a chance to live his dream of cleaning snow off cars in the peace corps of Antarctica.
Bertin is survived by our Step Father Joel Dionne, a Fairy God Mother Trish Alvarez, his sister Jessica-Lynn Robillard, a brother Will Kent, a daughter Trazia (St.Pierre, Morgan) Williams, no other children or grandchildren that we know of. His nephew Nathaniel Bourque, Nieces Michaela Bourque (his favorite) and Kierra Bourque.. . he also left behind his pet skunk that he would feed and hold in his arms without once being sprayed .. Mr. Skunk is homeless now.
He was predeceased by his parents Deborah Dionne and Bertin St.Pierre Sr. and his wild pets a squirrel.. a boa constrictor... rats.. and his pet spider named Hope.. he loved telling the story how Hope would jump on his shoulder and they would play everyday for months, but once he lost Hope and was very sad.. the next day he went to church and truth be told, the message preached that day was about finding Hope! You won’t believe this but when he got home guess who jumped on his shoulder.. you guessed it.. Hope! He was reunited with his friend. Oh how these stories made us laugh especially when you realized they were all TRUE!
He was a sensitive man the type of person who couldn’t hurt a fly. He would actually catch flies with his bare hands and set them free!
He took kindly to many people in his neighborhood, he loved reading the Bible with Miss Willy and would babysit Miss Heidi’s cat and take it for car rides in Michaelas car. He would help them bring in their groceries too.. his “big brother” Steve is going to miss how he grilled them mean steaks and carting his butt around to do errands. Every time his friend Sandy looks out the window she will remember how Bert would stare at her through it with his face and hands pressed against the glass making fish lips.
Bert truly had a loving and charitable heart.. he never had a dime to his name but would spend his very last penny on someone in need. He would break his back helping you out.. he once carried a picnic table across the yard for someone holding it over his head pretending to be Hulk Hogan but his favorite wrestler was actually Jimmy Fly Snucka..
If you didn’t know my brother, you do now... you can see why we will all miss him so much... his family and friends hold these memories and many others dear to our hearts.. I hope he knows he was worth more to us than any precious stone.
Due to Covid and it’s astounding 99.9% recovery rate along with the fears the media has caused, services have not yet been determined.
If you must donate please do so generously to Enfield Loaves and Fishes Food Pantry at 28 Prospect St. Enfield, CT 06082. That was his favorite place to eat.. he would rant and rave about how he could gum the meat without his dentures. Great food and volunteers there.. he would rate the place with 5 stars. I know if I wrote this prematurely and read it to him while roasting marshmallows in the back yard, he would jump up and down whaling his arm and tell me yes! Yes! Followed by one of them Big Brother Bear hugs.. I love you Bert.. Blowing kisses!