Craig Duncan

Craig Mark Duncan, known to all simply as Craig, embarked on his final voyage to the stars on January 30, 2024. Born in Davenport, Iowa, on September 3, 1953, he returned to the cosmos from the very place he started, leaving behind a legacy as odd as a Star Trek marathon.

Craig was the kind of guy who could find the humor in anything—yes, even an obituary. He graduated from West High School with enough charm and wit to be voted "Most Likely to Accidentally Join the Navy Reserve," which he eventually did, serving his country with a smirk and a salute. He navigated his way thru Eagle Warehouse in Milan, Illinois, where he became the most entertaining forklift driver this side of the Mississippi.

A man of simple pleasures, Craig was a connoisseur of Busch Light, a testament to his belief that happiness doesn't have to be expensive, just cold. Cigarettes were his thinking sticks, and he often pondered life's mysteries, guitar in hand, with a smoke swirling around him like the fog of an unsolved case on Star Trek. Speaking of which, he could quote Spock at warp speed, and if you didn't think Captain Kirk was the greatest leader in the galaxy, well, you were just wrong.

Craig's love for the Three Stooges was no slapstick affair; he appreciated the finer points of a good eye-poke and the nuanced choreography of a pie fight. He'd insist it was high art, and who were we to argue? His laughter was infectious, and his ability to recite entire episodes was, frankly, a little alarming.

But it wasn't all lights, camera, action. Craig had a heart as big as a Klingon's appetite. His work with Kings Harvest, helping to trap, neuter, and return feral cats, showed a softer side to this tough-guy exterior. He was the unsung hero of the neighborhood strays, a regular feline whisperer who knew every alley cat by name.

Craig's family was his pride and joy. He leaves behind a daughter, Melissa Harrington, who inherited his quick wit; a son, Matthew Duncan, who got his playful jokes; granddaughters Sydney Harrington and Azalea Duncan, who were the apple of his eye. He left behind a brother, Steve Duncan, who checked in with him often; a niece, Denise Melo, and a nephew, Dirk Duncan.

Craig was a man best described as interesting, friendly, and spirited. His departure was as unexpected as a plot twist in a Star Trek episode, as he succumbed to a house fire, a final ironic bow to his love of smoky rooms and deep thoughts.

So let's raise a glass of Busch Light to Craig, a man who lived life on his own terms, with a guitar in his hands and a joke on his lips. Beam him up, Scotty, he's ready for the next adventure. And to Craig, we say: Live long and prosper, you interesting, friendly, spirited man. You have left a universe of memories that will keep us laughing for lightyears to come.

A Celebration of Life will be held at The Gypsy Highway in Davenport (formerly The Rusty Nail, His favorite watering hole) On Saturday March 2nd, from 1pm-4pm. Memorials can be made to his family.

Condolences may be expressed on his Memory Page at mvcremation.com