Diane Kimberly Dempster - Obituary

Diane Kimberly Dempster, known fondly to us all as Diane, had the kind of laugh that could light up a room and the kind of humor that could make even the sourest of lemons seem sweet. Born on June 12, 1957, in the bustling city of Detroit, MI, she embarked on her grand journey, which, after a life rich with laughter and love, came to a peaceful end on October 28, 2025, in Melcher-Dallas, IA.

Diane was the kind of person who could find the funny in just about anything. She left us as she lived—mysteriously, with the cause of her passing unknown, but if I had to guess, she probably laughed herself into another dimension. Her family was her pride and joy, including her daughter Paula Jean Jones, her sons Michael Jones and Gregory Kennedy, and her beloved grandchildren, who were the apples of her eye. She was preceded by her siblings Mark, Kurtis, Dennis, Thomas, and Mary Ann Dempster, and her dear parents, Delores and Robert Sr. Diane's legacy continues through her remaining siblings, Robert, Linda, and Rebecca, including many nieces and nephews.

A true Detroit Lions fan through thick and thin (mostly thin), Diane never lost her sense of humor, even when her beloved team tested it. She was also a devoted dog lover, with her furry companions often by her side, likely rolling their eyes at her corny jokes.

Described by those who knew her best as kind, funny, and incredibly handy (she could fix a leaky faucet with one hand tied behind her back), Diane was the person you wanted in your corner. Her toolbox was legendary, and her ability to MacGyver any situation was a source of amazement and amusement.

In the spirit of Diane's love for humor, here's a quote from the incomparable Robin Williams that she lived by: "You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." Diane certainly never lost her spark, and she used it to set the world ablaze with giggles and guffaws.

Her life was a testament to the power of laughter, a reminder that the world is a little less daunting when you can find the humor in it. She often said that if you can't fix it with duct tape and a joke, it's probably not worth fixing.

As we bid farewell to Diane, let's honor her memory by embracing the joy she brought into our lives. She would want us to remember the good times, the belly laughs, and the silly moments that make life worth living. Diane's legacy is a masterclass in not taking life too seriously, except when it comes to football and dogs, of course.

Today, we imagine Diane cracking jokes with the angels (or perhaps giving them a few handy tips on cloud maintenance). Her spirit, a blend of warmth and wit, will forever remain in our hearts, as will the echoes of her laughter in our memories. Rest in humor, Diane. You were one of a kind, and we were all the luckier for it.