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Todd H. DuBois, 59

| August 5, 2020 1:00 AM

Our brother, Todd Harold DuBois, went to be with his Savior on May 28, 2020. Todd came into this world, laughing, on Oct. 25, 1960, in Los Angeles. Born to Robert Charles DuBois II and Gretchen Luane Teach, he joined older sister, Dae, and was soon followed by his younger brother, Thad, and sisters, Dimity, Dolly and Debin.

Early on, his family moved up the coast to Shell Beach, where Todd grew into a blue-eyed, golden-haired, fun-loving California teenager. While growing up, Todd excelled at making friends, making jokes, taking risks and getting into trouble! Todd loved the beach, sports, rock and roll music and anything involving talking with people.

Besides being the life of the party, he was also known for his terrific athletic talent, whether it was throwing a snowball or football to an impossibly small target, popping wheelies on his motocross bike, single-handedly scoring all his team’s points in a basketball game, making incredible chip shots, or winning every handstand contest among his siblings and every game of HORSE, some of which he played with his eyes closed.

After the family move to Idaho, Todd graduated from Coeur d’Alene High School in 1979. He didn’t continue on to college because no university offered a major in fun. During his working years he held a variety of jobs, almost all of which gave him the freedom he desired and utilized his ability to sell, some of which included selling cars, cruises, radio advertising, door-to-door insurance, frozen meats out of a truck, and even lightbulbs over the phone. He was gifted here, but didn’t take work any more seriously than he had to, just enough to pay the bills. When he sold insurance, he only worked two days out of five — even so, he was skilled enough to earn a trip to the Bahamas.

Todd was a believer in the idea that a bad day made a good story, and man, could he tell some! From flying to Hawaii, having his luggage stolen and sleeping on the beach for six months, to failing to realize his car engine was on fire as he drove down the highway and then helplessly witnessing the destruction of his favorite golf clubs as the car burned, he had his share of “bad days.” He always managed to look back on those things with a laugh and turn them into a very funny and never forgotten tale.

Todd was married in 2007 to his long-time friend, Angela Gernert, who brought along her four kids. Todd liked being a step-dad, and through this ready-made family, was partially repaid for his own antics as a teenager. Angie brought Todd a lot of happiness during their time together. Sadly, Angie and Todd enjoyed only two years of marriage before she passed away.

Todd adhered to the mantra, “I don’t want to grow up!” but, as he grew older, even he realized his need for a Savior and turned his life and troubles over to Jesus for safe-keeping. He found Christ with the help of Good Samaritan Rehabilitation, and the family thanks Good Sam and Pastor Tim and the Altar family for their kindness and love shown to Todd through the years. Todd’s health began to fail at a young age, causing him much pain and suffering over many years. No one needs a new body more than Todd, and we are rejoicing with him that he will have a glorious one for eternity.

Todd was preceded in death by his wife, Angie, and his mother, Gretchen Frady. He leaves behind his father, Robert and Susanne DuBois of Coeur d’Alene; his siblings and families, Dae Haydis of Miramonte, Calif.; Thad DuBois of Linwood, N.J.; Dimity DuBois of Arroyo Grande, Calif.; Dolly DuBois and Kurt Neely of Post Falls, Idaho; and Debin and Russell Crose of Squaw Valley, Calif.; also, his close friend, Kathy Woodruff; his former step-mother, Jeannie Williams; nine step-siblings; 12 nieces and nephews; numerous cousins; step-children, Hayley, Mallory, Chod and Karlee; and many life-long friends.

A memorial service honoring Todd’s life will be held at 11 a.m. on Saturday, Aug. 8, 2020, at the Altar Church, 901 E. Best Avenue, Coeur d’Alene.

Todd will be best remembered for his hilarious sense of humor, his habit of making friends wherever he went, the fact that he always looked on the bright side, and his amazing ability to always remember the license plate number of that reckless driver in 1978: RT 4674! We will miss you, Todd.

Please visit Todd’s online memorial and sign his guest book at www.yatesfuneralhomes.com.