Paul David Stone

Funeral services for Paul David Stone, 53, will be held on Monday, September 21, 2026 at 11:00 a.m. at Rose-Neath Funeral Home, 2500 Southside Dr., Shreveport, Louisiana. Burial will follow at Gardens of Memory Cemetery in Minden, Louisiana. A visitation will be held on Monday from 10:00 a.m. to the start of the service. Officiating the service will be --------------.

Paul was born to Mary and David on September 11, 1973, in Ogden, Utah, grew up in Phoenix, Arizona and was currently residing in Shreveport, Louisiana. From the very beginning, he was deeply loved, and that love remained at the heart of who he was throughout his life.

After graduating from high school, Paul answered the call to serve and joined the United States Air Force. He proudly served his country for 15 years, carrying the values of service, loyalty, honor, and dedication with him long after his uniform was put away.

For Paul, service was never simply something he did. Service was part of who he was.

His commitment to his fellow veterans was personal and unwavering. Paul was a Life Member of VFW Post 5951, where he proudly served as Senior Vice Commander for the final two years of his life. His dedication to veterans extended throughout the state of Louisiana, where he served as Chaplain of the Veterans of Foreign Wars Department of Louisiana. He also served as Grand Seam Squirrel of the Military Order of the Cootie.

Those roles were never just titles to Paul. They gave him opportunities to serve, encourage, laugh with, pray with, advocate for, and stand beside people he considered his brothers and sisters.

Paul was a passionate advocate for veterans and their rights. He believed deeply that the men and women who raised their hands and promised to defend this country deserved to have the promises made to them honored in return. He never stopped caring about his fellow veterans and was always willing to use his voice for those who needed someone standing beside them.

Brotherhood was also an important part of Paul’s life. In March 2005, Paul was made a Master Mason in Mt. Lebanon Lodge #20. Over the years, he dedicated himself to his Lodge and his Brothers, eventually being elevated to its highest seat, serving as Worshipful Master.

His Masonic journey continued when he joined King Solomon #5 Holy Royal Arch Masons, where he later served as Scribe. Paul also became a member of Arthur M. Johnson Commandery #12, Knights Templar. Among his fellow Sir Knights, Paul earned a moniker that fit both his personality and his name perfectly: “Sir Knight Stone Cold.”

Whether someone knew him as Paul, Dad, MyPaul, Brother, Sir Knight Stone Cold, Senior Vice Commander, Chaplain, Grand Seam Squirrel—or simply as their friend—they knew a man who believed deeply in loyalty. When Paul called you his brother, his friend, or his family, those words meant something.

But behind all the uniforms, titles, offices, meetings, ceremonies, and accomplishments was the Paul his family knew and loved best.

Paul was a father, and his children were an important part of the man he became. He was immensely proud of his sons and loved them in the way Paul loved everything that truly mattered to him—with his whole heart. Through them, his family grew, eventually giving Paul one of the greatest titles he would ever hold:

MyPaul.

His four grandbabies absolutely stole his heart.

Being their MyPaul brought him a joy that no military rank, elected office, Masonic title, or accomplishment could ever equal. He spoiled them shamelessly, loved them fiercely, and treasured every moment he had with them. The smile on Paul’s face when he was with his grandbabies told the whole story. They weren’t simply part of his life. They were part of his heart.

And then there was the love he shared with his wife, his Shenanigator to his Instagator.

Their love story wasn’t about finding a perfect life. It was about finding their person.

Together they traveled, laughed, made memories, built a family, weathered life’s storms, and found joy in both the adventures and the ordinary days. She was his partner, his best friend, his travel companion, and the person with whom he chose to share his life.

Their love was the kind that could laugh until it hurt, aggravate each other, tease each other mercilessly, take off on another adventure, and still know exactly where home was.

Home was wherever they were together.

Paul once described the love they found in one another in a way that captured their story beautifully: they may not have been each other’s first love, but they would be each other’s last.

And they were.

Paul loved traveling with his wife and experiencing life beside her. He loved his Raiders with a passion that anyone who knew him understood was about far more than football. Saturdays meant college football and naps, Sundays meant the Raiders, and somewhere nearby was usually his loyal furbaby, Dude.

Dude wasn’t “just a dog.” He was Paul’s companion, his buddy, and part of the family. The bond between them was one of those relationships that didn’t need words.Paul had a contagious smile that could light up a room and a laugh that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside his soul—the kind of laugh that made everyone around him start laughing too.

He could be stubborn.

He could be mischievous.

He could make you shake your head and laugh at the same time.

He loved hard, gave freely, protected the people he loved, and possessed a loyalty that was difficult to match.

That was Paul.

His story is the story of a boy born in Utah who grew up in Arizona and became an Airman.

A father who watched his children grow.

A husband who found his last love.

A grandfather who became MyPaul.

A veteran who never stopped serving veterans.

A Mason who called his Brothers family.

A Sir Knight affectionately known as Stone Cold.

A Raiders fan through and through.

Dude’s favorite human.

And a man whose smile, laughter, generosity, stubbornness, loyalty, and love became woven into the lives of everyone fortunate enough to know him.

Paul’s life cannot be measured simply by the years he lived, the rank he earned, the offices he held, or the titles that came before or after his name.

His life is measured by what he did with the time he was given and how deeply he loved the people who shared it with him.

His legacy lives in his children.

It lives in four little hearts that will forever know him as MyPaul.

It lives in the woman who found her last love in him.

It lives in every Brother who will remember Sir Knight Stone Cold.

It lives in every veteran Paul stood up for.

It lives in Dude, who knew the comfort of simply being beside him.

It lives in every Raiders game that suddenly brings back his voice, his excitement, or a memory.

And it lives in every story that will begin for years to come with the words:

“You remember when Paul…”

Paul spent his life serving, laughing, loving, traveling, standing up for others, and making memories.

He served his country with pride.

He served his fellow veterans with purpose.

He stood beside his Brothers with loyalty.

He loved his children with pride and his grandbabies with absolute abandon.

And he loved his wife as his partner, his best friend, and his last love

Paul left pieces of himself everywhere he went and in everyone he loved.

His absence leaves a space that can never truly be filled.

But a life and a love like Paul’s do not simply disappear.

They become part of us.

And those fortunate enough to have known and loved Paul will carry him with them for the rest of their lives.

Paul was preceded in death by her mother, Auna Mary Nemecek. Left to cherish his memory is his wife, Dianna Stone; children, JJ Walker, Tyler Stone, Jayson Stone, Tristan Williams, and MaKynna Hoyle; grandchildren, Madelynn, Emersyn, Nathan, and Rowan; and father, David Stone (Midge).

Honoring Paul as pallbearers will be Tim Sloan, Ron Barnard, Max Arends, Brian Moll, Ed Reynolds, and Ron Delaney. Serving as honorary pallbearers will be VFW Post #5951, VFW Dist. #12 Honor Guard MOCA of Louisiana.