Ashley Nichole Smelser's Funeral Details

In memory of

Ashley Nichole Smelser

St. Louis, MO

January 24, 1991 - May 18, 2025

Jan 24, 1991 - May 18, 2025

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Celebration of life

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Shaun Duty
JUDY ESSMYER (+1)

PAUL ESSMYER
Started on Tuesday, June 17, 2025 at noon
Ended on Tuesday, June 17, 2025 at 5 p.m.
Please join us in celebrating the life of my sister, Ashley Smelser. Due to the nature of her death, there will be zero tolerance for firearms or weapons of any kind. There will be food and drinks, as well as something for you to take home and remember Ashley by. Let’s have a peaceful time, relish in memories, and celebrate who Ashley was, given the chance to thrive. This isn’t a funeral, and Ashley never liked them anyway. With that being said, steer clear of all black and dress for a nice summer day instead. I look forward to seeing you all. ♥️
Speakers: Amber Kaboos
Hometown Events and Celebrations 411 East High Street, Potosi, MO 63664
Dress for a nice summer day

Poetry — Amber Kaboos
Ashley had a heart of gold,
as everyone she knew would know.
Many tears were surely shed,
in the 34 years of life she led.
For the tears were not hers alone,
Shed as she would, for any soul.
No burden was too big to share,
For what was yours was hers to bear.

Her life was stolen, not by fate,
But by a hand that chose to hate.
No reason, mercy, or goodbye—
Just questions echoing in the sky.

Her wings were broken before she died,
But not her soul, and not her fight.
In death, she rose beyond the pain,
And learned to spread her wings again.

I couldn’t save her from that night,
But I can speak her name in light.
Her story bends but never ends.
Her spirit rises, wild and free.
Forever my sister’s keeper, I’ll be.
Ashley HAS a heart of gold, and it’s time to bring her home with me.

Ashley had a heart of gold,
as everyone she knew would know.
Many tears were surely shed,
in the 34 years of life she led.
For the tears were not hers alone,
Shed as she would, for any soul.
No burden was too big to share,
For what was yours was hers to bear.

Her life was stolen, not by fate,
But by a hand that chose to hate.
No reason, mercy, or goodbye—
Just questions echoing in the sky.

Her wings were broken before she died,
But not her soul, and not her fight.
In death, she... Read more rose beyond the pain,
And learned to spread her wings again.

I couldn’t save her from that night,
But I can speak her name in light.
Her story bends but never ends.
Her spirit rises, wild and free.
Forever my sister’s keeper, I’ll be.
Ashley HAS a heart of gold, and it’s time to bring her home with me. Read less