Cesar Molina made his last undignified and largely irreverent gesture on December 17th, 2021,
signing off on a life well lived with honor and love. When Cesar exited his vessel at 3:05 PM on
that Friday afternoon, his wife Michaelle, the love of his life, realized she had won her stop
smoking crusade. He would want it noted he was non smoking when he passed and any
references to him being unconscious or sedated are semantics and it still counts. They broke
the mold after Cesar was born on December 2nd, 1970 in his beloved Colombia to Angela
Carvajal. Being an immigrant in the United States shaped Cesar's formative years and resulted
in a lifetime of service, commitment to his family, and mischief, often at the expense of others.
Being the favorite child was a dubious task but he was up for the challenge and led and tortured
his sibling, Carolina Carvajal, through a childhood of obnoxious pranks, with his sister, generally
serving as his tormentor and confidant. His mother was not immune to his mischief but as he
was her favorite she often let him off the hook.

Cesar started his long and illustrious career as a Army man. Joining this brotherhood right out of high school in 1990, he went off to see the
world, or at least Germany. He earned his citizenship in 1996 after his tour was over. His service
to the country and community didn't end after his honorable discharge in 2003. It should be
noted there were two times of service and a long break in between. Cesar was an employee to
many notable employers, namely Serco and Walmart. He was deeply involved in his local MAsT
Chapter, and was an advocate of the LGBTQ Community which he served proudly. Cesar was
married five times, to the same woman, and thus began their life in NW Arkansas. Cesar was a
self-taught man and took on life with a passion that ran deep in his Colombian blood. He had
many hobbies, such as his search for the ever illusive perfect authentic Colombian Food, writing
and adding to his rather expensive body art collection. He loved to travel, enjoying new
adventures with his wife, on the dirty rainy streets of New Orleans in the middle of the night,
brisk walks through those rough neighborhoods and figuring out the trolley system while being
very vigilant of the singing Darth Vader in the scary Golden Sparkly Costume. He also enjoyed
watching the curious Emu's while they introduced themselves and tried to get very acquainted
while licking the windows.

Cesar loved his adventures at the Ren Faire and listening to rants about Giraffe's and experiencing PG 31 humor, listening to the sounds of dirty limericks while
kilted men wooed his wife. Although he never mastered the art of Axe throwing it was notably on
his to do list underneath his mastering the dust bunnies under the couch and perfecting his
Cricket Kung Fu technique to protect the love of his life, Michaelle, who was hoodwinked into
thinking he was a charming individual with decorum. Boy, was she ever wrong. Cesar did his
best to annoy her daily with his smoking and choice of clothing. To this day we do not
understand how he convinced Michaelle, an exceedingly proper woman and a pillar in her
family, to pack up and move to Arkansas ten years ago with no plans. Time with Cesar was
never dull. If you weren't listening to him laugh or tell stories, you were watching him create
memories. Cesar was all about his family, and yes, his adopted Arkansas family that puts the
funk in dysfunctional. As he would say "If you met my family You'd Understand". Cesar was
surprise adopted because kidnapping is frowned upon in this establishment, by his Godson, his
surrogate children, his friends and his inner circle, but he didn't seem to notice until it was too
late and we had acquired his amazing wife and life partner as well although she was harder to
kidna…. Surprise Adopt.

Well maybe not exactly his words as those would have been much more colorful. Cesar was
also a consummate napper. There wasn't a friend's house that he didn't fall asleep on or in or
"lose track of time" in the bathroom. Besides his beloved wife, Michaelle, and a sister, Cesar
was survived by his mother, his in laws, who put up with him and loved him dearly, his nieces
whom he loved fiercely and with pride, his god children, his non legal adopted surrogate kids,
that he loved but wanted to strangle, except Marion because Marion walked on water or sand,
when Michaelle remembered to bring skittles that is.

The family is left to squabble over his vastnon fortune, and amazing legacy. He relished his role as the male role model and had hopes
that he taught at least one of them to cuss properly in Spanish. Left with decades of fond and
colorful memories are his family, friends and coworkers. Flowers, yes please, and Candles are
appreciated as he wanted to annoy his wife with lots to water and kill with her non green thumb.
The family is seeking donations to offset the expense of publishing an exceedingly long obituary
which would have really pissed Cesar off and as he left early he can't argue about it. Seriously,
what would have made him the happiest is for you to go have a fun night with a friend and
bullsh*t about his antics or play a harmless prank on some unsuspecting sap like Tag with
inappropriate objects that sparkle. Cause it's Shiny! If we still haven't dissuaded you and you
feel compelled to waste your hard-earned money to honor his memory, donations may be sent
to his go fund me to ease her loss and provide some comfort which he would want her to have
by going here, https://www.gofundme.com/f/cesarmolina and if you want to provide Michaelle
with emotional comfort during this time all Reeses peanut butter cups will be accepted and
those can be mailed to her at 919 Turtle Creek Dr, Rogers, AR 72756, Glitter Bombs sent
annoyomously…... they will be appreciated .

You can join us for a light dinner at Holiday Inn in Bentonville before his visitation at 5 PM on the 3rd of February, and then join us at his visitation,
as it's a rare occasion he won't be getting a word into the conversation, on February 3rd at the
Benton County Memorial Park, 3800 W Walnut St, Rogers, AR 72756, from 7 PM to 9 PM and
feel free to stop by and share your stories with his family and other friends. A celebration of his
life, will begin with breakfast at 8:30 AM at Cracker Barrel in Bentonville, then we will head to
the funeral home, with Cesar laid out in all his glory, will be held on Friday, February 4th, at the
Benton County Memorial Park, 3800 W Walnut St, Rogers, AR 72756, from 10:30 AM to 12:30
PM . A dinner will be had as Cesar felt no get-together was complete without food, as long as it
included rice and cilantro, after the graveside ceremonies in Fayetteville, at a local restaurant.

There will be an evening memorial at his local bar Final Score that evening, at 9 PM. None of
his leftovers or kitchen concoctions will be pawned off on any unsuspecting guests. Feel free to
be as late as you'd like as Cesar was never on time for anything because of waiting for his
beloved to change her outfit for the fourth time. Cesar despised formality and stuffiness and
would really care more about your presence than what your wearing. Dress comfortably.
Everybody has a Cesar story and we'd love to hear them all. Cesar was unconscious when he
faced his death and his mortality, however he did face his life, head on, often telling us that
when he dropped dead, to party and laugh with those he loved, although he never thought it
would be this soon, he wasn't much on traditional stuff. Much to his disappointment, he will be
properly interred with full military honors following the Funeral in the Fayetteville National
Cemetery, 1000 S Lt Col Leroy Pond Ave, Fayetteville, AR 72701. Cesar would appreciate a
little decorum and self control at his internment, as this does have a level of dignity he wouldn't
want to disparage. To share a memory of Cesar or send a condolence to his family please
email michaelle_lastra@yahoo.com

The family would like to thank you for all your love and support and remind you that Cesar loved
you where you were at. He would want everyone to know they mattered to him and he loved
every one of you dearly. To his wife, Cesar would want you to know that your journey together
may be over, your adventure is not. Go live, go laugh and find out who you want to be and do it
on purpose. Don't wait. In parting he would want me to remind you that "Ow that hurt's, is not a
safeword". Play safe, love harder.

The Parting Glass
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I've ever done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all.
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
Fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all.
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all