Clarke, Arthur Beresford
27 Feb
2017

Clarke, Arthur Beresford

Published in OBITUARIES A - E

Arthur Beresford Clarke, age 70, affectionately known as “Soap” of 2nd Avenue Durants Village, Holders Hill, St. James, Son of the late Arthur Clarke, Husband of the late Julianne Humphrey-Clarke , Father of Shannon Clarke, Joyann, Karen and Deon, Step-father of Corey Humphrey, 

Grandfather of Amani Clarke-Grant, Donte and Morgan, Brother of Nancy Charleston, Sandra Clarke, Betty and the late Wesley Clarke, Cousin of Shirley Clarke and many others, Uncle of Pamela Charleston and many others, Relative of the Clarke, Blenman and Charleston families, Friend of Brooks, Ricky, Ms. Wilson, Avril and Livingston.....


The funeral of Arthur Beresford Clarke leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael, on Friday February 24th 2017, at 1:00 p.m. for the Western Light Church of the Nazarene, Oxnards, St. James, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for a Home Going Service. The Cortege will then proceed to the St. James Cemetery for the Interment.

The Organist is asked to attend.

By special request no white or mourning colours should be worn.

Floral arrangements can be sent to the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home no later than 12:45 p.m., on Friday.

Condolences can be emailed to This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..

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