Kenneth Comstock

I grew up across the street from Kenny and his family on West Street in Stoughton. We used to have so much fun. Lots of amazing stories I could relate, but there are too many. Kenny was a man of his word and a trusted friend. I remember seeing him one time at bar in Madison after he got back from SE Asia and he told me all about his time overseas. A true patriot and good person. Sleep good, Kenny. RIP

Ken- you were a newcomer to our neighborhood but it didn’t take long for us to see what a good person you were. Always a smile on your face and willing to help out. We will miss getting to know you better and share more stories. God bless your family.

Please accept our most heartfelt sympathies for your loss... Our thoughts are with you and your family during this difficult time.

We were just in Hawaii and had a wonderful time. Ken was the best Hmong brother-in-law we could ask for. Thank you for loving and caring for all of us. We miss you.

I still remember my first conversation with Ken. I was at Yias apartment and she was in the bathroom when the home phone ranged. I answered and it was Ken but I had never met him or knew who he was. He said “hello who is this?!” I said, “I’m Yia’s sister, who are you?” He said, “ I’m Ken …what are you doing there??” And I was annoyed so I said, “I can be here!”….. and this was the beginning of a long love hate relationship between us. Over the years my brother Ken and I argue about everything from politics to the best way to cook bacon. There’s a running joke among my siblings that he is my parents favorite child . He’s everyone’s friend abs everyone’s favorite. He will missed so much…we will meet again Ken… May you Rest In Peace.