Obituary of Paul V. Marcotte

January 1, 1946 – February 23, 2020

Paul V. Marcotte. Age 74 of Trenton.

Beloved husband of Sandra Marcotte. Loving father of Tim Marcotte and Brian (Elena) Marcotte. Dearest grandfather of Hannah. Preceded in death by parents Victor and Katherine Marcotte.

Family Tribute

Paul was born and raised in Wyandotte. In 1965, he graduated from Roosevelt High School.

After graduation, he went on to work at Chrysler Corporation Trenton Engine Plant from 1965-2001. He was a hard-worker who worked his way up to a jobsetter position at the time of retirement. He welcomed his retirement days so that he could thoroughly enjoy his many hobbies. 

From 1966-1969, he served in the U.S. Army. During 1967-1968 he was stationed in Saigon, Vietnam at MACV Headquarters where he worked as a clerk typist under the direction of General Westmoreland.

Paul had many hobbies and was very talented in many different ways. He enjoyed bowling, hanging with friends, some traveling, drawing, airbrushing, sandblasting/etching, working with wood, building and carving along with stain (leaded glass) glass. He loved his tools. He was quite a handyman and was always there for others in their time of need. 

He was a meticulous and perfectionist kind of guy. He could tell you exactly where to find a particular tool in his workroom or garage. Whenever he would cut the lawn, the lawnmower wheel lines had to be perfectly straight, or be redone. Even when cutting at an angle. His shrubs were trimmed to perfection. He was often asked if a level had been used on them! When not manicuring his lawn or shrubs, he was in his basement workshop building something. He thrived on the smell of sawdust! Rightfully so!

One of his most enjoyable projects was building a cradle for his granddaughter, Hannah. From there, he went on to a rocking chair, rocking pig, airbrushed shirts, sand-blasted mirrors, wall hangings, etc. His projects were never-ending until his health got the best of him.

After his hard day at work, he found time to relax and enjoy a glass of scotch or a beer. It was always a joke that on Wednesday and Sunday, the ice cubes automatically fell out of the dispenser door for his scotch on the rocks at 9 PM. He was ALWAYS there to catch them!

The last 4 years of his life were very difficult for him. Over the years, he definitely earned his wings for his entry into Heaven. May he REST IN PEACE until we meet again.