William J Melofchik (1943-1995) *51
The grave site of William J Melofchik / Plot 16148998. This memorial website was created in memory of William J Melofchik, 51, born on April 7, 1943 and passed away on February 15, 1995.
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I had the displeasure of being his adopted son. He told me that he wouldn't like me if I wasn't his son. He should go and buy somebody else's kid. A true piece of human trash. At age 3 or 4 was getting cracked on the knuckles for not holding a fork correctly. At age 6, I was getting hit hard enough for bloody noses. At age 12, got choked out for a bad grade on a science project and whipped in the crotch with a dog leash. From age 5 to age 17 got mocked by his friends and his friends kids. At the end of his life with cancer, I was trying to get him to the hospital for his health, he threw cranberry juice and vodka thrown all over me. He had a Christian Funeral.
I had the displeasure of being his adopted son. He told me that he wouldn't like me if I wasn't his son. I am thankful that I have no genetic ties with this man. He was a pointlessly vain and cruel human being. I got choked out for a bad grade at age 12. I got hit hard enough for a bloody nose at age 6. In the remaining days of his life with cancer, I was trying to make a decision to help with his number health, I got a drink of vodka and cranberry juice thrown all over me. He still had a Christian Funeral.