Patrick J. Fuller

Birth date: May 28, 1941 Death date: May 30, 2026

Patrick (Pat) Joseph Fuller passed away at the age of 85 surrounded by loved ones on Saturday, May 30, 2026 in Columbia, South Carolina. Pat was born on May 28, 1941 in Cleveland, Ohio. He had three siblings, Paul, Eileen and Elai Read Obituary

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Chris Cook

44m ago

I grew up two doors down from my Uncle Pat and I loved going down to his house as a kid where he would make me his “famous” drinks at his bar. The two I remember were the Larry Czonka and the Bobby Fuller, basically a coke with grenadine syrup and cherries 😊. A few months ago he came to visit in Wilmington with Aunt Judy and I took them to our country club for dinner. He was being his normal hilarious self telling all his stories loudly and being outlandish and none of the other patrons in the restaurant were leaving because they wanted to hear his stories!!! All of the people staying to hear how he got arrested on the night before his wedding with a trunk full of beer and ice as he ran from the cops 😂. May you rest in peace Uncle Pat, I love you and will dearly miss you and can’t wait to see you again one day.

Kristen Fuller

4h ago

Early memories are spring break. We would bring 5-8 friends for spring break in Miami, arriving to Bobby's house where Pat was overjoyed to have the young crowd come in. It was a yearly tradition. Bobby's older brother Tom would join us to go out in Miami, we would get into trouble of some kind while out on the town on night one, and return home. Dad would always get out of bed when he heard us come in, and ask me to explain. "Kristen, I know you will tell me the truth." The next day we would wake up early with our tails between our legs and get out of town to go to the Keys. Dad had amazing travel vans- fully equipped- that he used to drive to all of Bobby's football games. He hated to fly with a capital H. By the time we returned, it had blown over for another year. He always said we couldn't match the trouble he got into when he was young. He was a hands on father, but he also knew that kids are kids. He loved spending time with the younger generation.

Jean Cook

6h ago

One of the fondest memories I have of Pat was his culinary skill at being a master of the grill. He made the most delicious tasty ribs that fell off the bone and a fabulous sweet and savory salmon the best I ever tasted. He had a hidden talent and I could see it in his bright blue eyes when he would explain how he conjured up his own recipe. I also remember him doing the sign of the cross every time we passed a cemetery in the countryside of South Carolina. Patrick the Irish Godfather will be sorely missed. You may be in heaven but you live in our memories. Love Jerry&Jean

Rick Cook

8h ago

Many many years ago, as I was in Columbus I lived with Pat, Judy and the boys. On a Saturday Pat and Dink were in the back yard barbecuing and drinking. We started throwing the football around and I was laughing and them because they couldn’t catch🍺🍺They decided to attack me so I had fun running away from them knowing if they caught me there would be hell to pay. They got smart and trapped me in a corner and I was in trouble. So I ran at the fence and jumped over it knowing they could never get me. So needless to say I got no barbecue that night😫😂