Neal was a man of dry wit and deep heart. A dedicated father and a devoted husband, he was never one to stand on ceremony. He loved Monty Python and heavy metal, hated inefficiency, and found joy in the simplest things: a well-done wiring job, cheering Madeline on from the sidelines, a quiet moment at the pond, a good joke, a polar plunge, and the everyday chaos of family life.

Everyone who knew Neal will miss so much about him—his quick wit, love of wordplay and puns, wild tattoos, fierce devotion to his children, disdain for pretension, kindness towards everyone everywhere, mechanical know-how, love of the outdoors, thrill-seeking nature, generous spirit, and of course, his epic collection of wild T-shirts, which Madeline has already started to wear. His spirit will live on in the stories people will tell about him, in the “Nealisms” his family will continue to use, and in his amazing children, who are all very different, but who all have his bright blue eyes, playful spirit, and interest in how things work..