Maloney, Ancel Eustace

Maloney, Ancel Eustace
14 Dec
2017

Ancel Eustace Maloney, age 70, better known as “Three Ninety-Nine Radio Boy” or “Dada”, of Belair Land, Richmond, St. Michael, Former Supervisor/ Electrician of Roberts Manufacturing Company Limited, Son of the late Lady Elect Mother Reverend Hilda Maloney, Husband of Eureka Powlett- Maloney, Father ofRichard, Winford, Sheron, Ancel Junior and Mathew Powlett and Sherryanne Davis, Grandfather of Shanica and Shaniese Straughan, Talibah Davis and Mikkel Beckles, Great Grandfather of four, Uncle of Angela Maloney- Graham, Richard and Edward Maloney and six others all of the U.K., Father-in-law of Whitfield Davis, Brother-in-law of Frances and Jeffrey Powlett, Cousin of Anthony, Iva and Mary Austin and many others, Friend of Pastor Everton Greaves and the Members of Bridge Gap Teaching and Worship Ministries, Bridge Gap, St. Michael, Mark Massiah, George Welch, Tony Spencer, Andy Pearce, Michael Dottin of Kentucky Fried Chicken, Gloria Thorpe, Patsy Gill, David Joseph and many others.

The funeral of Ancel Eustace Maloney leaves Anderson Funeral Home, Lower Barbarees Hill, St. Michael on Tuesday, December 12th, 2017 at 12:45 p.m. for the Goodland Seventh Day Adventist Church at the Blue and White Tent, Goodland Main Road, Goodland, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

Floral arrangements may be sent to Anderson Funeral Home no later than 12:30 p.m. on Tuesday.


Tributes will commence at 1.15 p.m.


Mourning colours are optional.


The body of Ancel Eustace Maloney will repose for viewing from 1:00 p.m. until the start of the service.

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