CLEARWATER — The tow trucks set off from St. Cecelia Catholic Church, led by a white hearse and Ray Bosi's ashes.
The convoy stretched a dozen wreckers deep, driven by men with sunburns and wraparound sunglasses and burning cigarettes. The remains rested in a black and gold urn, tucked into the passenger seat of a Woody's Funeral Home Cadillac.
Here lies Bosi, father of one, grandfather of three, who cruised these streets a million nights before falling off a ladder doing housework at the age of 49. He was not a famous man, but he was loved. In May, he celebrated his one-year wedding anniversary.