Beatrice Palmer of Denton, TX, matriarch of chaos, finally decided she was tired of our bullsh*t after 82 years. Left in the chaos are her three sons, her only daughter, nine grandkids, and 14 great grandkids. She had 19 years and 11 months of independence after Frederic Palmer, her mischievous, airplane simulation gaming, car building, guitar playing husband kicked the bucket. She missed him greatly but also loved her freedom. She was a black belt in knitting, a true master knitter. Never could a woman so skillfully knit a shawl or crochet a mochila bag while still watching her daily dose of news (always MSNBC) and sitting with her importunate Siamese, Mercury. In her many years she traveled with an AWOL soldier, wasn't afraid to make some sketchy purchases, raced cars like a BAM, had her granddaughter make her a blue haired old lady, and loved her family quietly but fiercely. She taught us to form our own opinions, cut your losses when it's toxic, and always keep a full fridge. Bea Palmer was the greatest of all time and will be forever loved and missed by the bajillion family members still trying to live up to the bar she set. Although she'll be buried next to that rascally husband of hers, may she rest in peace.