David Michael Snider

David Michael “Skeeter” Snider was born on December 30, 1955, in Shreveport, Louisiana. On August 29, 2026, at 8:47 a.m., he took his last breath here on this earth and became the new lead tenor in the heavenly choir.

Funeral services will be held on Saturday, September 12, 2026 at 1:00 p.m. at Shreveport Community Church, 5720 Buncombe Rd., Shreveport, Louisiana. A visitation will be held from 11:00 a.m. until the start of the service. Officiating will be Pastor Denny Duron and Pastor Dennis Aaron.

Skeeter’s story began in Shreveport, but while he was still young, his family headed north to Anchorage, Alaska. It was there that he learned to play hockey, developed a lifelong love of fishing, and discovered that cold weather, trout, king salmon, and hot rods were all perfectly good reasons to enjoy a day.

And Skeeter didn’t just like cars—he knew cars.

He could tell you everything about one, from the engine and chassis to details most people would never think to ask about. If you got him started talking about one of his cars, you had better have some time on your hands. There was always one more detail, one more memory, and definitely one more story. His love for cars was simply part of what made Skeeter who he was.

But God had placed another gift inside him—one that would become one of the defining parts of his life.

Skeeter could sing unlike anything you’ve ever heard.

Blessed with an incredible tenor voice and a deep love for music, especially quartet music, singing was never simply a hobby for Skeeter. It was part of who he was.

Throughout his life, he traveled to various states, singing and ministering, and spent many years leading worship in churches. For Skeeter, music was never just about standing on a platform and singing a song. It was ministry. It was how he connected with people, shared his faith, and expressed his love for the Lord.

God gave Skeeter a voice, and Skeeter spent his life giving that gift away.

Countless people were blessed by hearing him sing. Whether he was singing in a church service, at a wedding or funeral, or simply gathered around people he loved, Skeeter had a way of making people stop and listen. His voice carried more than a melody—it carried his heart.

But anyone who knew Skeeter knew that his voice wasn’t the only thing people remembered.

Skeeter loved people.

He loved to talk. He loved to laugh. And he really loved making other people laugh. He had the kind of personality that could fill a room, and he rarely met a stranger. The door to his home was always open to everyone.

Whether the conversation was about cars, fishing, music, church, or whatever happened to cross his mind that day, you could count on hearing a story—and usually enjoying more than a few laughs along the way.

Skeeter eventually made his way back to Shreveport and also spent part of his life in Orlando, Florida. Through every season, every place he called home, and every chapter of his life, certain things remained constant: his faith, his music, his love for people, his cars, his fishing stories, and that unmistakable Skeeter personality.

Most of all, Skeeter was a kind and loving man. He had a heart for people, and he had a way of making those around him feel welcome. He gave his time, his laughter, his music, and his love freely. He left an impression on people—not because he tried to, but simply because of the way he lived.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Paul and Margie Snider, and his brother, Larry “Slug” Snider.

He leaves behind his sister, Sharon Parsons and her husband, Jerry; his children, Jeff Snider; Jenny Arnette and her husband, Chad, and their children, Ledger, Austin, and Kristen; Jeremy Snider and his sons, Wyatt and Jett; Donnie Ritchie and Amy Snider, with whom he shared his children and family; along with a host of nieces, nephews, extended family members, and friends whose lives were forever touched by his.

If you asked Skeeter about some of the greatest joys of his life, there is little doubt that his three grandsons—Ledger, Wyatt, and Jett—would be at the very top of the list.

They were his pride and joy and held an incredibly special place in his heart. Of all the names and titles Skeeter carried throughout his life, being their PawPaw was certainly one of his favorites.

Skeeter will be remembered for so many things: that unforgettable tenor voice, his love for gospel music, his faith in God, his love for people, his cars, his fishing stories, his humor, and a personality that could make you laugh when you least expected it.

But perhaps his greatest legacy is found in what he did with the gifts God gave him.

He gave them away.

He sang.

He ministered.

He made people laugh.

He loved people.

And everywhere he went, he left a little piece of himself behind.

His voice may be quiet here now, but the songs Skeeter sang are far from silent. They live on in the churches where he worshiped, in the people who heard him sing, in the stories that will continue to be told, and in the family and friends who were blessed to know him.

And while our hearts are broken by his absence, we find comfort knowing that this goodbye is not forever.

We believe Skeeter is home.

We can picture him walking through Heaven, hearing that heavenly choir, reunited with his brother Slug, and standing in the presence of the Savior he spent so many years singing about. And knowing Skeeter, it probably didn’t take him long to find a hot rod worth talking about—or somebody willing to listen to every single detail about it.

But more than anything, we believe he heard the words he had spent a lifetime longing to hear:

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Dad, PawPaw, brother, uncle, friend—thank you for the laughter, the stories, the music, the love, and the memories.

Thank you for showing us that life is meant to be lived, people are meant to be loved, and the gifts God gives us are meant to be shared.

We will miss your voice.

We will miss your laughter.

We will miss your stories.

We will miss seeing you walk through the door.

But we will carry you with us—in every song, every fishing story, every beautiful memory, and every laugh that reminds us of you.

Your earthly song may have ended, but your song in our hearts will never stop.

Until we see you again, Dad.

We love you.

Pallbearers will be Jeff Snider, Jeremy Snider, Donnie Ritchie, Chad Arnette, David Paul Snider, Joel Parsons, Marc Cianciulli, Tony Aaron. Chad Wilson and Neil May and a host of honorary pallbearers.