Robert Amos Wiley
Robert Amos Wiley, 31, left this world on August 30, 2017 in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was born in Florence, Alabama to Robert “Bob” Wiley and Wanda Riddle Wiley on June 21, 1986, which was convenient as it was frequently the longest day of the year, and he loved to celebrate any occasion. From the day he was born he was always both happy and in trouble: not serious trouble, but just enough make you sigh with you eyes closed and then laugh. If you knew him, you’ve done this exact series of gestures, probably when he accidentally broke something that you actually really liked, because he broke an awful lot of things. But that was just how he lived his life -- all in, 100%, having the best time that he could find/create, and never worrying too much about tomorrow.
Amos graduated from Auburn University in 2016 with a degree in Industrial Design, because he was a pretty smart guy. He may not have always shown it, especially since he would tell people that he couldn’t read (he could, but he didn’t like it because it was hard to read and socialize at the same time), and he was a surprisingly good writer. If you talked to him though, you could tell that he had a lot of ideas and understood the world in a way that was insightful and beautiful.
He was a man of extremes, and he loved parties and friends and dressing up in ridiculous outfits. He was often the center of attention, as he was never afraid to be outrageous and laugh at any situation, whether or not it was appropriate. Amos did what he wanted whenever he wanted, and the rest of the world was often just along for the ride, but that was okay, because that ride was unpredictable and hilarious. And you didn’t have to worry, he would make sure you were having a good time too, because he wanted everyone to love the moment as much as he did. There are a million stories about him, but identities need to be protected for all those who were involved, so just find someone who knew him, and they will tell you some incredible ones.
The word to remember Amos by is “love,” because Amos loved. He loved his family, friends, friend-family, animals, America, music, tiny things, the beach, parades, hot sauces, festivals, jokes, freedom, and countless other people and things, because he loved everyone and everything. And as much love as he gave, he received more, because he was surrounded by people who loved him just as much.