In Loving Memory of Carlton R. “Skip” Furbush
Carlton R. “Skip” Furbush, 79, of Greene, passed away on August 17, 2026, surrounded by the love of his family.
Skip was born in Lewiston on December 28, 1946, to Milton Furbush and Almeida Hodgkins. He went on to build a life filled with family, friendships, the outdoors, and the many simple things that brought him happiness.
Skip was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and friend. He is survived by his beloved wife, Elaine T. Furbush; his children, Hayley, Mike, Brady, Tim, Jerilyn, and Peanut; his stepchildren, Leah and Alan; his sisters, Paula and Kim; and his many grandchildren and great-grandchildren, who brought him great joy.
Skip spent many years working in telecommunications with Verizon, where he worked in Special Services. But those who knew him best will remember him for the life he lived outside of work—especially his love of the outdoors.
An avid outdoorsman, Skip loved hunting and fishing and looked forward to October hunting season, when he could spend time in the woods with his son-in-law and his hunting crowd, including Rick, Andy, Ron, and many others. Those days in the outdoors were about more than hunting; they were about friendship, stories, laughter, and traditions that will live on in the memories of those who shared them with him.
Skip had a special place in his heart for his dogs and loved the simple comforts of home, including sitting down to watch one of his favorite shows, M*A*S*H. He found happiness in the things he loved and in the people and animals who surrounded him.
Skip was preceded in death by his parents, Milton Furbush and Almeida Hodgkins; his baby son, J.J.; and his daughter, Robin.
He leaves behind a family who will miss him deeply and a lifetime of memories that will be cherished for generations. His stories, his love of the outdoors, his hunting traditions, his dogs, and the time he spent with family and friends will remain a part of those who knew and loved him.
Rest peacefully, Skip. May your final hunt be a good one, your line always be tight, and the woods always be waiting for you.
My condolences. I knew Skip from work. Great guy.