Pat's obituary
Patrick “Pat” Noble Dooley, a lifelong resident of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, passed away on April 18, 2025, at the age of 72. Pat was known for his sharp wit, creative spirit, and unforgettable stories—often funny, sometimes edgy, and always delivered with perfect timing.
Born in Helena, Arkansas, on June 9, 1952, Pat was raised in Baton Rouge and graduated from Broadmoor High School. He earned a bachelor’s degree in Radio, TV, and Film from LSU, a master’s degree in the same field from Ole Miss, and a Ph.D. from Bowling Green State University. He later returned to LSU to earn his Juris Doctorate. Over the years, Pat wore many hats—he was a lawyer, house painter, car salesman, and storyteller-in-chief in every role.
Pat was also a lifelong athlete. He and his brothers were raised as competitive divers and carried that discipline and athleticism into adulthood. The gym was his second home, and he approached fitness the same way he approached everything else—with intensity, humor, and heart.
He is preceded in death by his father, Neal Dooley; his mother, Anna Dooley; and his younger brother, Jap Dooley. He is survived by his children, Shannon Dooley Hannon, Larkin Dooley and wife Chelsea, Colin Dooley, and Meg Baker and husband Jarrod Baker; his cherished grandchildren, Andre and Lucas Hannon, Charlie and Jack Dooley, and June and Teddy Baker; and his brother, Mike Dooley. He is also survived by his many beloved nieces and nephews.
Pat had an infectious charm and a wild imagination that made him a favorite with kids, dogs, and anyone lucky enough to cross his path. He loved movies, music, and any excuse to make a mess in the name of art—there wasn’t a craft he wouldn’t try at least once. He sculpted, painted, and even made plaster molds of his kids’ faces (whether they asked for them or not). No appliance was safe from being disassembled and “improved.” He was always looking for a way to make something bigger and better.
He was the king of spontaneous adventures. He had a soft spot for all animals, but his dogs were his pride and joy—spoiled rotten and probably better fed than most people. Pat was also known to keep snacks in his pockets at all times, ready to hand them out to whichever grandchild or dog approached him first.
If you knew Pat, you’ve got at least one story that ends in disbelief, laughter—and maybe a little discomfort. He was the ultimate storyteller, and his tales live on in the memories of those who loved him.
Arrangements have been entrusted to McLin Funeral Home of Walker. Online condolences may be shared at www.mclinfuneralhome.com