Kenneth Fischer, age 59, of Mission Hills, South Dakota, died on Monday, November 29, 2021, at Avera Sacred Heart Hospital in Yankton, South Dakota, after a short battle with Covid-19.
A celebration of life and combined humorous roast will be held on Saturday, August 20, 2022, at Pheasant Hills Lodge (2.5 miles west of Wessington Springs) from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m.
Kenny Dean Fischer made his last inappropriate comment in November of 2021. If you are wondering if you ever met him, you didn’tbecause you WOULD remember. For those of you that did meet him, we apologize, as we’re sure he probably told you an offensive joke. He was world renowned for never passing up an opportunity to inject humor into a conversation.
Kenny was born to Bennie Fischer and Margaret (Krog) Fischer on February 17, 1962. He was the youngest of 6 kids and the self-proclaimed best looking. He grew up on the Krog family farm near Gann Valley and graduated from Wessington Springs High School.
Kenny loved working on cars (and anything with a motor) and he was a very talented specialty welder. He worked with many friends and “a bunch of morons.” His words, not ours. Well, not exactly his words because that would have included a few more swear words.
Kenny leaves behind a heck of a lot of stuff that his family doesn’t know what to do with. So if you are looking for a used birdcage or mismatched car parts you should wait an appropriate amount of time and get in touch with them. Tomorrow would be fine.
In addition to his stuff, he leaves behind three great kids who were the product of his marriage to hishighschoolsweetheart, Tonya (Wilson) Jost, and 6 grand kids who he was extremely proud of: Kena (Dallas) Furgeson, Kendall and Rylee; Mari Urban, Lainey, Ronin, Archer, and Ollie; and Chevy (Danielle) Fischer, Sayla and Ella. Also left behind to keep the jokes flowing (but damn, there won’t be any new material) are his brothers, Lonnie (Donna Wagner) Fischer and Darwin Fischer; his sister Linda (Gary) Wenzel; and many nieces, nephews, Fischer/ Krog cousins, and friends that wanted to hang out with him, because you just knew he was going to say or do something funny. It’s not just that he was a great storyteller, it’s that he WAS the story.
To his siblings’ amazement, he was actually able to snag a good woman, Amy Fouts, and hold on to her for the last 15 years. As far as we know, restraints were not used. Kenny also created great memories and stories with his bonus daughter Chelsea Hinderliter, and bonus grandkids, Lincoln and Alea; and his bonus sons Kyle Ussery and Evan DeMaranville.
Right now there is a hell of a reunion going on above with Kenny’s father, Bennie Fischer, mother Margaret (Fischer) Nielsen, stepfather Harold Nielsen, brother Rickie Fischer, sister Wanda Fischer, and many aunts, uncles, and a handful of cousins who passed before him. Kenny was the life of the party at family gatherings, so they will be happy to see him.
A common line in obituaries is “He never met a stranger.” Well, in Kenny’s case, he never met a rule he couldn’t break, a boundary he couldn’t push, a line he couldn’t cross, or a joke he wouldn’t tell. Despite his joking exterior and dying stubbornness, there is actual evidence that he was a loving, giving, and caring person. That evidence is the deep sorrow and pain in the hearts of his family after his passing.
Kenny led a good life and had a peaceful death—but the transition was a b****. And for the record, he did not lose his battle with Covid. When he died, the virus died too, so technically it was a tie. He was ready to meet his maker, we’re just not sure “The Maker” is ready to meet him. Good luck God!
We are considering establishing a Go-Fund-Me account for the local salvage yard, as we anticipate they are about to experience a significant hardship as a result of the loss of Kenny’s business. Keep them in your thoughts.