Paul Burns

Paul Burns
August 28, 2025

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Maegan M Moyer wrote on August 30, 2025

My Uncle Vernie was a wild one. Definitely on the spectrum, but never diagnosed. He couldn’t read you a book, but boy, how he could tell a story! I mean, have YOU ever fled from aliens in broad daylight with YOUR uncle?? Well, I have!

He’s always been the uncle who fabricated some of the wildest stories. He believed them too!! So much so that he would have us kids convinced it was true!

He was far from ordinary. He wasn’t just an Uncle, but he’s be your partner in crime too!

In his early days, Uncle Vernie was all about the tractor pull with my papa. He even built his own lawnmower and proudly named it “Bad to the Bone.” Us kids would climb up on it, singing that song at the top of our lungs. To this day, that tune will forever remind me of him.

He lived life in his own lane—no apologies, no explanations. What some might call unusual, I call unforgettable. He could make you laugh, shake your head, and question reality all in the same breath. His imagination was his gift, and he shared it freely with those of us lucky enough to be around him.

Sure, he wasn’t the kind of man to sit down and teach you from a book—but he taught us in other ways. He taught us to find joy in the unexpected. To keep a little wonder alive in our everyday lives. To believe, even just for a moment, that maybe—just maybe—aliens really could show up in the middle of the day.

And that’s the thing about Uncle Vernie: he made life entertaining, and he made sure the people around him had stories to tell—stories we’ll all be retelling for years to come.