Taylor Elizabeth Gladwell222

It is with equal measures of laughter and tears that we announce the great escape of Taylor Elizabeth Gladwell, affectionately known as Tay, who decided to trade in her earthly experiences for a limitless adventure beyond the clouds on May 10, 2099. Born on January 6, 2000, in the bustling metropolis of Ogden, Utah, Tay was a live wire wrapped in a vibrant personality—a true "Silly Goofy Girl" who could make even the drabbest accounting meetings sparkle with her delightful antics.

Taylor spent her professional days as an Account Executive at Tukios, where she expertly balanced numbers and humanity without once dropping a coffee cup (at least not in front of witnesses). Her colleagues will forever remember her unique ability to turn monotony into mirth. “Have we met? You should see my knitting skills!” she would often quip, pulling out her latest project mid-presentation to the astonishment—or perhaps confusion—of her clients.

An alumna of Weber State University, Tay was an overachiever in the fine art of knitting and reading, hobbies that suited her relaxed yet engaging demeanor. Who knew that needles could spark so much joy? Aside from crafting cozy sweaters, she conquered peaks that many simply gaze at from afar. Yes, dear friends, Tay could proudly say she hiked Mt. Everest, proving that she was not just about the yarn, but also the thrill of the climb. If only Everest had a knitting shop at base camp; she would have knitted her own climbing gear!

Having tied the knot with John Doe (no relation to the common name, we swear), on June 10, 1985, they transformed their home into a laughter-filled sanctuary. It is said that every time Tay burst into giggles, John gave a resigned but loving eye roll, which, let’s be honest, was probably part of their love language – right up there with occasionally “losing” the remote.

Tay leaves behind a loving Aunt, Marissa Riche, who will certainly miss her hilariously out-of-tune singing during family gatherings and her special technique of knitting sweaters for their cat, Mr. Fluffington.

On the other side, Tay will be reuniting with her great grandmother, Pauline Bennet, whose wisdom should provide endless entertainment and knitting tips that would make Tay swoon in awe. For those who wished to catch Tay one last time, please head to Tukios on October 1, 2025, for a visitation starting at 10 AM. And if you miss that, catch her spirit again on May 12, 2099, at Sonzini 2, where the only requirement is to bring your best goofy face and maybe your knitting needles.

So here’s to Taylor Elizabeth Gladwell: may her memory knit us all together, just as she so lovingly knitted each stitch in her life filled with joy, laughter, and the occasional yarn-related mishap. Don’t cry; just wear your most colorful sweater in her honor!