James Edward Sayle's Obituary
James Edward Sayle, A.K.A Jimmy, Jamie Marie, Jimbo, Jim, and affectionately called Papa…. made his last wildly inappropriate comment on April 8th, 2025.
Jim was born the middle child and immediately dubbed “our favorite child” to Frederick Charles “Chuck” Sayle and Gloria Sayle on May 27, 1953. Their constant love, support, and caring far exceeded anything Jimmy deserved.
He is survived by a Boston Terrier named Benji and many children he loved and called his own; they are his proudest accomplishments: son Trevor, stepdaughters Lori and Mellie, and grandkids Mia, Nicholi, Ethan, Zaniah, Lydia, Thomas, Cooper and great-grand daughter Josie.
Additionally, he is survived by his much younger and awesome sister, Nancy B. Sayle of Whythehelldoyoulivethere, California, older and highly intellectual sister, Judy Ann Schreiber of Irvine, CA, and older brother Frederick Sayle, who lives far, far away on an island called Cyprus and lastly his amazing nephew Benjamin Webb whom he taught guitar lessons to.
Jim’s employment history was standard: Putt-Putt Golf and Driving Range, Arco pumping gas while wearing a wig (he would not cut his long hair), and then off to acing the Civil Servants test for the US Postal System, where he started by dragging mail door to door in his sexy shorts (He was very proud of his hairless smooth legs), until he finally got an insider position where he stayed stagnant for over 40 years, but met some kick-ass people he calls friends.
He had two basic philosophies regarding work: “careers are for the unimaginative “and “surround yourself with great people and stay the hell out of their way.”
Jimmy took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a black rock band T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his elastic waist denim shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at Costco, and a pair of old school Nike’s (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a Black baseball cap.
Jim died knowing that Monty Python and the Holy Grail was the best movie ever. The Beatles were the best recording artists, Clint Eastwood the baddest man on the planet, and that chicks dig Ford Rancheros – Yes, he had one, an orange one.
His regrets were few but included eating a rotisserie hot dog from a convenience store in the summer of 2002, not getting hair plugs earlier, and that no video evidence exists of his prowess on the dance floor or in the bedroom.
Although a less-than-average life span, Jim did not live an average life. His inappropriate language, mainly consisting of swearing, and his ability to make others laugh made him the well-loved man he was. He traveled where he wanted to, laughed inappropriately at every chance, learned what he wanted to, fixed what he wanted to, and loved who he wanted to love.
Cremation already took place, and his ashes will be kept around as long as they match the décor.
In place of flowers, donations may be made to any charity of choice or to Rock Against MS Foundation, 9206 Franklin St., Chatsworth, CA 91311 – https://www.rockagainstmst.org
Anyone wearing all black will not be admitted to the private memorial unless it is Rock' N’ Roll All the Way!
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