Edward William Fuss

Ed was one of the most kindest, sweetest, warm-hearted, and funniest person I know! He would stop over every Wednesday to visit with me. He ALWAYS made me laugh. The world lost a true sweetheart. I saw him decline over the past few years and it broke my heart to see that. If I could have switched places with him, I would have...he was a one-of-a kind classy guy who would do anything in the world for anyone...that was just who he was. I am going to miss him dearly. Jennifer know that he adored you!! He would light up when he would talk about you! I know your heart is broken and my thoughts & prayers are with you!! I look forward to celebrating my buddy's life! Godspeed, Eddie & know you were so loved and will be missed EACH & EVERY day!!! Karen Thompson (Forest Hill Cemetery)

So many wonderful memories made working with "Special" Ed as we often teased him. And SPECIAL is what he truly was. He never missed a birthday or holiday and liked to spoil us girls in the office with cards, treats and trinkets. He and I loved to argue politics and did just that on many occasions. He was a gentle man, with a huge heart, friend to all. I am grateful for the years I had Ed in my life and that I had the privilege to call him my friend. Love and Miss you Ed, but find solace that you are now "upon the wind of heavens love"...Irma

Ed and I grew up along the railroad tracks in “lower Shorewood Hills” and formed a fast friendship (I was faster, he bigger). He never failed to tell me he lived on the wrong side of the tracks, and he did, by about a block. Some of my best childhood memories have Ed all over them. In our mid-teens, in summer, Ed would drag an Ideal Vault to a small cemetery. We’d watch him set up, lounge back among the monuments, smoke cigs, talk sports, girls and smack, to while away the funeral. Sometimes we’d go silent for a while content to be among friends and then Ed would crack wise and crack us up. In fall, we’d go hunting around Dane County, intending to shoot squirrels, but often being skunked. So we’d turn to chickadees, who played fair and never hide behind branches. One hunt we had brother Jack’s car and were so proud of our shooting skills, we carefully laid our half dozen piles of feet and feathers in Jack’s trunk intending, I think, to show them off. A week or so later, Ed tells us Jack figured out the smell when he opened the trunk. He was not amused. During the “Glory Years TM”, we’d spend Sundays in Ma’s living room watching GB kick Lion butts. It was the beginning of a lifelong recurring nightmare akin to Lucy yanking away the football. We were all there glued to the TV, tearing up, November 24 and 25, 1963. Took some of the bite off of it.

Enjoyed many get togethers when we were in high school but lost track over the years. It was nice to see him at our 50th reunion. Our condolences to his family and friends. Heaven has gained another star. Shirley and Dave Hilgers

It was so great to get to know Ed over the last 10 years. He had the greatest sense of humor ever! Not many could laugh at himself as readily as others. We always knew you really cared about others and would do anything for them. Ed taught me a lot about the cemetery business, but even more about the business of people and their feelings. Ed, wish I could be there for you on Saturday, but there will be many that you had such a positive impact on, it will be a true reflection of your lasting memory! Kevin Sorensen