Bentley should be, and will be remembered for his world famous crab cakes, but Bentley would cook anything you wanted if you just supplied the ingredients. Many good times up on Bentley's deck and one thing about Bentley, he never stopped laughing. While most of us were wondering if we are going to fall through the deck, and if so, would we have to grab that low lying current wire to break our fall, Bentley would be in the kitchen telling stories and laughing his head off.

Bentley could never remember anyone's name so he started giving nicknames. It came to the point that we actually had nicknaming parties on his deck. After a few weeks of consideration, those of us that hadn't been named would line up and Bentley would walk down the line giving out our new names. The day I was named, the guy beside me, who had a rather large nose, became Lizard Nose, and my wife was mortified at what my name would be. When he got to me, from that day on I would be referred to on the island as...Hunter. Ya, I can live with that as Bentley knew that I was, at that time, a well seasoned police officer, hence, hunter. My wife became Mrs. Hunter which is a lot better than Mrs Lizard Nose.

Many a day we would be sitting on the deck at Peewee's cottage, and of course didn't take long to run out of beer. Just a scream across the road to Bentley and down he would come with a few more cold beers for us. He could never stay and talk for long because he always had something on the stove, he would stay just long enough to tell an outrageous story and then laugh all the way back upstairs.

Bentley, I will remember you for what you were and not for what you became. There are no demons where you are right now, and yes, I think I can hear you laughing right now. RIP my friend.