Christopher Allen Boyer

Christopher Allen Boyer, also known as Chris, Pumper, Pumpkin Head, PA, Pops, Boyer and Tuba was born breech and already telling the world to kiss his butt on March 27, 1973 in Reading, PA to George D. Boyer and Ruth L. Boyer (Fritz). He grew up in Kutztown, Pennsylvania with a sister, Mandy, and three brothers, Shane, Jason and Tim Boyer. Chris was the middle child and explains a lot about him if you knew him well.

Chris passed away from cardiac arrest on March 15, 2023 in his living room after practicing his dance moves for the next Magic Mike movie and then sat down on his recliner where he was most content when he was at home, other than the bathroom on his throne of glory taking care of his necessaries.

Chris was the proud father of three accomplished boys, Dylan Boyer Weaknecht, Sales Development Leader at Loom in Philadelphia, Byron T Boyer, Welder at Pan Handle Services in Vernal, UT and Bryce T Boyer, a senior at Kelly Walsh High School. He also left behind a massive amount of hoodies, boots, gloves and other miscellaneous items that I have no idea what to do with, that boarder on hoarder level. This is a warning to Rescue Treasures that you may see a large influx of those particular items come in within the next few months.

Another thing he left behind was his wife, Candice M. Barber, who he was married to for 22 years, which is the longest thing he has kept around. However, the true love of his life was his Boston Terrier, Abby, for 11 years that he loved more than his kids too. He would tell them that, but he didn't have to, they already knew. He lived in Vernal, Utah, Windsor, Colorado and Casper, WY after moving from Pennsylvania in 2011.

He loved being in the woods, sitting in his tree stand on his property he has in Kentucky. He had a lot of big plans for his land when he retired, but he never got the chance. To those of you reading this, don't wait for the perfect time or make any excuse as to why you can't live your best life now…it goes fast and is over before you know it.

Chris chewed Copenhagen tobacco and could have retired ten years ago and finally went on his Dall sheep hunt he always talked about if he quit chewing and saved that money, but we all have a vice in life; right? He had a voice of a Vegas lounge singer and listened to the reddest-red neck, hillbilly country music they make, but secretly had "It's Raining Men" on his playlist too. You should have seen him dance to that song…it really was magical.

He was authentic and sincere and never sugar coated anything. He believed in telling you the truth to your face and used his favorite love language, Words of Affirmation, that were usually four-letter words that didn't begin with the letter L. He loved insulting people, but would welcome the insults back since he knew there was no competition when it came to bantering and arguing, which were also two of his favorite past times. Don't even get him started on truck drivers, politics or anything else that would induce a 30-minute tangent.
Chris was the most mechanically inclined person and would be able to figure out how to fix all the things we broke or wanted to build and taught his boys how to do the same. When we would suggest an alternative solution, he would always say, "It doesn't work that way" (and a few strings of his favorite four letter words afterwards). He was usually always right, which was really annoying, but it also made us trust him that much more.

Chris was happiest, if that was even an emotion he felt, when he was Mack fishing on the Flaming Gorge, deep sea fishing, building a gun, hunting with his boys, arguing about politics or just about anything else and spending the day on his recliner with his two Boston Terriers and Aussie watching Tik-Tok videos and commenting on people's posts until he got kicked off and suspended for a few weeks.
Chris was employed by Meritage Midstream as a compressor mechanic and had a strong work ethic and proud of his overtime hours and impeccable safe driving record. When he wasn't at work, which was hardly ever, he still drove like a herd of turtles stampeding through molasses.

For those of us who are still trudging through life and knew Chris, honor his memory by taking advantage of every opportunity to enjoy life, the people in it and all the lessons that life teaches us. The hardest lessons are the ones we grow the most from and learn the most about ourselves.

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