Payne, Martin Darcey

Payne, Martin Darcey
20 Nov
2017

Martin Darcey Payne, age 71, better known as “Loui”, of Greenidges, St. Lucy, formerly of Shop Hill and Arthur Seat, St. Thomas, Driver of T1149, Lifelong Companion of Patricia Husbands, Father of Sonia King, Stevenson and Trevor Ellis, Brian and Bonnie Husbands, Marsha Phillips and Mario Clarke, Grandfather of Chrystal Phillips, Tremaine and Briasha Husbands, Tracia Murray, Dwayne Ellis and eight others, Great-grandfather of two, Brother of Virena Richards, Chesterfield and Orman Payne, Ena Gibson, Alneta Cummins and the late Evans Payne, Uncle of Decarlo Payne, Goring Scott and many others, Cousin of many, Brother-in-law of Algora Payne, Selbert Richards, Alfred Gibson, Cora Payne and Franklyn Cummins, Relative of the Harper and Lowe families, Friend of Wayne Broomes, Hilfred Murrell, the Proprietor and Patrons of John Moore Bar, Elvita Clarke and many others

The funeral of Martin Darcey Payne leaves Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home, 102 Cane Garden, St. Thomas on Wednesday, November 22nd, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. for St. Thomas Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the burial.

The Organist and members of the church choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home no later than 1:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

Viewing of the body will take place in the Chapel of Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home from 12:00 noon until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

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