Chris Zenak Death, Obituary – In 1989, while I was a young freshman, I travelled through Northeast Philadelphia on the Theodore Roosevelt Memorial Boulevard and crossed the 38th Parallel. This took place. My objective was to get employment in the shoe mines on the West Side, which is why I had defected to that neighbourhood in the first place. Chris Zenak stuck out to me more than any of the other persons I met in that Foreign Land, despite the fact that I had conversations with residents from that country.
Over the course of the years, we took part in a large number of pursuits that, at first glance, seemed to be amusing but, upon further examination, were dangerously near to crossing the line into criminal territory. I won’t go into detail because there are simply too many of them, and I won’t be solving any of these crimes here today. There are just too many of them. On Elgin Avenue, you could never be sure what kind of an adventure you were going to get yourself into. One minute, Zeke might be dumping a load of fermented beers and Steve’s Steaks in Donnie DiGiulio’s personal lavatory, and the next, the Nike salesman could be negotiating side deals with you.
Over the course of his life, Zeke has been of service to a great number of different people in a variety of capacities. He was the perfect guy to be around if you were in need of a good chuckle. You should travel to the Western area and pay Zeke a visit if you have an ear for listening. After my father passed away in 2010, Porno and Zeke were steadfast in their support for me, functioning as buttresses to the framework that I constituted.
Because he was a Brother, a Son, and an Unwavering Friend, he is the one who will be ingrained in my memory forever. He was also a Husband to Michelle, a Father to two young kids, a Lover of Dogs (including Stoopid, who ate the Johnston & Murphy’s off of my feet while I was sleeping), and a Lover of Dogs. Stoopid ate the Johnston & Murphy’s while I was asleep. He was the sort of guy who would give you the shoes off of his feet before going over to help with the Special Olympics wearing just his socks, which is a true indication of his loving and compassionate nature towards other people.
He was the kind of person who would give you the shoes off of his feet. My mother often referred to him as “The Zeke” in conversation. During the whole of the procedure, we were successful in acquiring and retaining that determiner of “the.”
You will not be forgotten about at any time. It would be very appreciated if you could find a pair of black Blucher Oxfords in a 7-1/2 Triple width for my father. Thank you. Eddie, you are aware of what I am referring to when I say, Toooooooooooooooooo-Ya, my mama!