Let the memory of Douglas be with us forever.
  • Born on September 10, 1966 in United Kingdom.
  • Passed away on September 2, 2019 in Atlanta, Georgia, United States.
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Douglas Jones, a man of great humor, love and friendship.   He will be sorely missed by his wife Louise, son Oliver, his family in the UK, and his many friends all around the world.   Life was beautifully lived by Douglas, a family man above all, but one who also found time for his many pursuits - mountain biking, road biking (he will appreciate that we put them in that sequence!), music (aside from listening he played guitar and had composed some songs, speed wobble being his most popular), cooking, hiking, surfing, football (Man U all the way), formula one racing, and last but not least great comedy.   It's impossible to sum up the man we knew and loved on this site, but perhaps we can muster up a wisp of his charisma and character with our posts.

Feel free to post photos, memories, tributes, links to his favorite comedy clips, or anything else that honors his memory.   Douglas enjoyed humor, especially dark humor, so don't limit yourselves to the serious!

The Memorial Service and “Celebration of Life” will both take place on Friday September 20 from 3:30pm to 7pm at: THE WARREN CITY CLUB, 818 North Highland Ave.
Posted by David Jones on September 21, 2019
Knew you from the day you were born, Will remember all your questions of why does this do that? and what does this do? will remember you introducing me to Iron Maiden. and then you grew up and became a man, you left home and got married and had a family and lost touch.
and only in the last couple of months re kindled everything, you got me interested in taking up the guitar again and with you talking and sending me video's on WhatsApp checking up on me making sure I learn a D Chord then an A cord. will never know now what chord was next. take care nephew and say hello to your Mum for me


Posted by Andrew Willmott on September 20, 2019
From Teresa Willmott

Douglas, DJ, Douglas Edward Fresh, Schmolin Boy

What a man. My overriding memory of DJ (as he was known to me) was that he was funny – proper funny. When I moved in with Andi in Walton on the Hill, Douglas rented the spare room. We got on instantly; he just made me laugh. It wasn’t always easy. Douglas was stubborn and liked things his own way. He loved formula one and I hate it. But Douglas could sit for hours (with a beer or two, or three) watching that infernal racket. I remember coming in one Saturday afternoon and there he was, reclining on the sofa, beers queued up, telly blaring, and I hear Murray Walker saying “and …look at him go, he’s wearing his shooting boots…” At that point I had to interrupt to ask what the hell crap Walker was talking about and we both came to appreciate that terrible commentary. Ever after that, when threatening to settle in for an afternoon of formula one, Douglas used to break into a really overdone impersonation of Murray Walker and his “shooting boots”.
Douglas had a few excellent impersonations and some terrible ones. He could never resist a James Bond impersonation if he was ever wearing a dinner jacket. This was bad. It was always the Sean Connery “Mish Moneypenny” that got me – so bad it was funny. He also used to do the odd Blackadder – “I have a cunning plan” routine and he loved quoting the ‘Baby eating Bishop from Bath and Wells’. Douglas never took himself too seriously – when he was drunk I would always try and persuade him to do the “robot moves”. Hilarious – he knew it was bad too and I can still picture his long limbs waving around and him turning his body through 90 degrees but really no resemblance to a robot whatsoever. But he would carry on, trying not to laugh at himself but knowing he was making everyone else laugh and loving the fact that he was the centre of attention. He did a great “Ministry of funny walks” because he had such long legs. I remember laughing uncontrollably one time as we walked back from the pub, with DJ doing a comedic goose step.
When Andi and I first started going out together I remember Douglas organising a trip to the lakes for about 10 of us. He said it would be a weekend of walking – and not knowing him so well at that time I didn’t realise just how serious he was. We drove up there on Friday night and got up early the next morning. I remember DJ behaving like a Sergeant Major, marching us outside straight after breakfast and in typical confrontational fashion saying “you want to know where we are going?... Up there!” pointing at the biggest mountain we could see – the Old Man of Coniston. I thought he was joking but I had bought new walking boots for the adventure and I was not going to have him think me a chicken. So off we went. Douglas was so serious it was funny. We came across some other people walking up the mountain who were not properly kitted out for the terrain. Douglas did that thing where he raised his eyebrows and looked down his nose and then in a most disapproving scathing (and very loud) voice said “look at those -Fashion trainers – some people have no idea”. He really could be unnecessarily serious at times – even that used to make me chuckle. I knew he thought I would never make it to the top of that mountain – but I did – and as I recall I got to the top before him.
A more stubborn man I have not met. He was incredibly argumentative – about everything. Not one point would he let go. And he was competitive. I remember telling him that if he ever had kids he would be like “competitive dad” from the Fast Show – going to the school performance and heckling his own child for being “rubbish”. We used to roar with laughter at that sketch. He used to be able to quote from it: “boo…hiss…he’s rubbish…wooden…dialect stilted and his understanding of verse is pedestrian”. He was irreverent and loved being politically incorrect. He loved the camp tailors from The Fast Show and regularly used the catchphrase ‘OOO suits you Sir!’ to signal his approval.
When we moved into the house in Walton it needed quite a bit of DIY work. Being a thoroughly modern woman I remember deciding that I would learn how to use Andi’s power tools. Once I got the hang of the power drill I was fixing everything –looking back it was definitely a phase; I became a bit obsessed – much to Douglas’ delight. He christened me “Power Tools Girl”. Ever the opportunist, from then on whenever anything broke he would look at me with a glint in his eye and say “looks like a job for power tools girl” hoping that this would get him out of having to try and do the repair and that I would fall for the flattery.
There were a few jobs around the house that Douglas hated. He didn’t like cleaning although he was incredibly fussy about the house being clean. And he loved keeping his car looking pristine – and really disapproved of those of us who weren’t fussed about this– like me. When he did his weekly shop, there was one job he absolutely loathed; taking the chicken pieces he had bought out of their packet and putting them into freezer bags to store. The look of disgust on his face was a picture and he would handle the chicken as if it was red hot, breathing through his mouth so that he couldn’t smell it. It was so entertaining I used to make sure I was there to spectate. After a few weeks he finally realised how amusing I found this spectacle– thankfully he saw the funny side.
Douglas you have left this world far too soon - I am going to miss you so very much. You were the best man at my wedding and you took that on with great aplomb. Wherever you are, power tools girl is sending you lots of love. You were great to be around and uplifting company. In the words of Charlie Brown ‘Goodbye always makes my throat hurt’, so true that phrase right now.
Posted by Preston Sheldon on September 18, 2019
So many great memories but one that sticks out is back in 2003 when I was living in the UK, outside of London. Sadly, Douglas's mum had just passed so he was over in London for a couple weeks. I came into the City one evening to grab a pint with my good friend and he was all excited about showing me "his city". It was a gorgeous evening by any standard and simply amazing by London standards and we found a great little place in SoHo. Tables outside, cold beer, and a couple of attractive aussie ladies at the table next to us. About our 2nd or 3rd pint I went inside to use the toilet and realized, hmm, I think Douglas took us to a gay bar? Douglas himself figured this out while I was gone when he realized the aussie girls were a couple. I can still remember how emphatic he was when he swore me to secrecy to never tell the story of the time I visited his city and he took me to a gay bar. I swore I wouldn't, and never planned to. He clearly didn't trust me and decided to get ahead of the story, telling everyone as soon as he returned to Atlanta.

Our paths have drifted a part a bit in recent years but that doesn't make this loss any easier. He will definitely be missed.
Posted by Gerhard Hacker on September 12, 2019
If I walked into a bar and Douglas was there, I would know we're into an interesting night with great stories, laughs and deep conversation. I got to know Douglas via Brett. Over the years in Atlanta we would meet at birthday parties, bars, Atlanta United games, we'd camp with the families ... and I once went mtb'ing with him. That's when I called him 'the red lourie' after a bird that lives in the Knysna forest in South Africa and all you see out is is a flash of red as it flies though the forest. (Douglas was wearing a red shirt at the time). I got to know Douglas as man of principles, a deeply committed father and a great friend.
Posted by Colin Mead on September 11, 2019
I worked with Douglas at NET in the UK, although he was known as Rodney by some (Only Fools and Horses reference) due to his antics, looks and warped sense of humor. We caught up a few times in Atlanta and I know he will be sorely missed by all who knew him.  Good night Rodney.
Posted by Grant Napier on September 10, 2019
I first met Douglas in 2006 at Brett Clarence's bachelor party. I will never forget how warm and friendly he was to me and how easy he was to talk to! He was a bit different from everyone else not just because of his accent but there was a serious streak under all his humor and playfulness which I really enjoyed and it made him kind of mysterious like there was a lot more to him than he was letting on. I have had the good fortune to ride with Douglas - and he was a strong rider - I have been tracking him ever since on Strava. And I was also lucky to enjoy Thanksgiving last year with his and Brett's family. all together. Such easy warm company - we had a lot of laughs I felt like I was being reminded just how amazing a good laugh with friends can be. What really upsets me is I realize now just looking through the pictures here that I only knew such a little of Douglas - and it is really crazy how life is because Brett and Douglas had been talking about us taking an adventure to ride somewhere in America later this year, so it felt like I was going to be getting to know him even more. Such a shock to have him go so suddenly like this.
Posted by Chris Day on September 10, 2019
Happy Birthday my good friend, 31 years ago today Vivienne and I got married and I had the privilege of having you as my best man.
You will always be in our thoughts.
Chris and Vivienne xx
Posted by Penny Jones on September 10, 2019
Thinking of my lovely brother in law Doug on what would have been his 53rd birthday.
I have known you for 33 years and in all that time you never changed, I will always remember you with great fondness and love. I’m so sad that instead of the funny birthday card I had for you I am writing on a memorial wall.
But I have great memories and photos to prove it xx
Posted by Jenny Stallings on September 9, 2019
Scott and I rented Louise and Douglas' ViHi home for several years and became instant friends sharing lots of laughs, love of food, music and guitars. Scott inspired Douglas to learn to play guitar, although they had very different styles of playing - Douglas played for the whole world to hear which we loved!!!!!! One of my favorite memories was when we threw Scott a surprise birthday party and we had actually pulled off all the way up until the second Douglas ran into Scott in the men's room of the restaurant (where everyone was hidding) and said, "Hey Scott! Happy Birthday!" As you can imagine - Scott knew instantly what was up and Douglas of course immediately knew he had said something he probably shouldn't have. He came running up to me (where we were hidding) apologizing but I thought it was SO FUNNY I couldn't help but laugh!! Enter Scott laughing as well. I still smile thinking about that moment. Douglas will be so missed!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

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