Well, if there was ever a master of timing, it was Jacob Francis Sollers. On Monday, April 8th, amidst a solar eclipse, he decided to make his grand exit. Talk about stealing the spotlight – leaving this world with a celestial bang, as if to say, "I'll show you how to make an exit!"

Jacob was born to James Earl Sollers (Sharon) and the late Elizabeth Hannah (Arpin), on July 2, 1974, in Wichita, Kansas. He graduated from Derby High School in 1993 and went to Kansas State University before moving on to Wichita Sheet Metal Workers Local 29, where he received his certification in HVAC installation and architectural sheet metal work. He worked the majority of his career for the family-owned business, ACRS, before returning to Local 29.

Jacob was survived by his wife Crystal, children Chris (Amy), Whitney (Camillia), Myesha (deceased), Abbi (Chase), Becca, Chloe, and Corban. Pepe to (Braden, Jayce, Alivia, Lucille, Thomas, Lydian, Fletcher, Riddick, Gunnar). He leaves behind a brother Scott Sollers, one niece Hope (Blaine), a nephew Spencer (Kaylee), and two great nephews, James Scott and the soon-to-be-expected Andrew Blaine. In addition, Jake leaves behind several aunts, uncles, and cousins who loved him dearly and will forever cherish his memory.

Jake was a man of many passions, from fishing with the grandkids and teaching fishing seminars with them, to boating, camping, hunting, and working on anything that dared to malfunction. He even took up the noble art of raising quail just two weeks before his untimely passing – a testament to his unyielding spirit and insatiable curiosity to try new things. Jake often said that if he could build it in his dreams two times, he could make it happen.

A lover of music and a master of fixing anything, and when he couldn't fix something, you would hear him say, "Call Scott!" Jake was often the loudest voice in the room, not because of any hearing impairment, but because he wanted to make damn sure you knew he was there. Despite his gruff exterior, Jake had a heart of gold, always ready to play the hero or his quick-witted take-over advice, "Let me show you how to do that!"
Rule #1 of Jake's Rules of Life: Don't eat the yellow snow. Rule #2: Be cool. Simple yet profound, just like the man himself. And while some might say he had a stubborn streak as wide as a country road, we prefer to think of it as his unwavering commitment to being exactly who he was – bull-headed and all.

Let us not forget Jake's most recent crowning achievement, winning 2nd place for his chopper at the 14th Annual Biker for Boobs Fundraiser. A true moment of glory for a man who lived life on his own terms.

But perhaps Jake's greatest legacy lies in the warmth of his bonfires and the magic of his storytelling. Gathered around the flames, he spun tales that could make you laugh until your sides hurt. Though he may be gone, Jake's spirit will live on in the memories he created and the lives he touched. So here's to you, Jake, our irreplaceable friend, brother, Knight in slightly tarnished armor, "Big Daddy" and one of a kind son. May your crappie forever spawn, your "Everything" (his hammer) never rust, and your boisterous laughter echo in the halls of our hearts for eternity. Rest in peace, Grumpy Old Sea Captain. And remember, wherever you are, NEVER let more than one Mermaid on your boat, but most importantly, BE COOL!

If you wish to send flowers, kindly direct them to HOTWORX (Wichita, KS - East) at 2564 N Greenwich, Suite 400, Wichita, KS 67226.