Knight, Carl Alonza

Knight, Carl Alonza
26 Apr
2018

Carl Alonza Knight, of Seclusion Road, Fairfield, Black Rock, St. Michael, Son of the late Clement and Viteland Knight, Husband of Sylvia Knight, Father of Shabazz Knight, Susan Rollins, Karl Lovell of Cayman Islands, Evadney Howell, Carl Howell, Charmaine Keith of the U.S.A. and Stephen Yearwood, Brother of Odoll of Odoll’s Aluminum and Glass, Sheriff, Jerry, Rodney and Junior Knight, Evadney Broomes, Marcia and Margurita of Canada, Maureen of the U.S.A., Hetty Knight and the late Raul, Edwin and Victor Knight, Grandfather of nineteen, Great Grandfather of eight, Uncle of many, Brother-in-law of Kendra Knight and Viola Brewster and Roger Wall, Special friend of Tyrone Lorde, Bertly Gaskin, Charlie Jones and Many Others.


The funeral of Carl Alonza Knight leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael on Sunday 29th April 2018 at 12:30 p.m. for the Seventh Day Adventist Church, Ellerslie School Road, Black Rock, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for A Home Going Service, followed by the Cremation at a later date.

No Flowers by Special Request.

Viewing of Carl Alonza Knight will take place in the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Saturday 28th April.

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