Perry Lee Hall was born on December 16, 1988, to Ricky Hall and Teresa Diehl Hall. He passed away unexpectedly on August 2, 2026, leaving behind a family and many friends who loved him deeply.

Perry was so much more than the dates that mark his life. He was a beloved son, a devoted husband, a cherished brother, a loving family member, and the kind of friend you could always count on. He was outgoing, hardworking, dependable, and full of life. Perry had a way of making his presence known, and the people fortunate enough to know him will never forget the love, laughter, and memories he left behind.

Anyone who knew Perry knew how much he loved the outdoors—especially fishing. If there was water nearby and Perry thought there was even the slightest chance a fish might be in it, his fishing pole wasn't far behind. Fishing wasn't simply something he enjoyed; it was a part of who he was. Those quiet moments by the water, waiting for the next bite, were some of the moments he loved most.

Perry was also a man who knew the meaning of hard work. He wasn't afraid to work with his hands, put in long hours, or do what needed to be done. And when someone he cared about needed help, Perry was someone they knew they could depend on. He was a good friend—the kind who showed up when it mattered.

But nothing meant more than the people he loved. Perry was deeply loved by his family, and losing him so unexpectedly has left them with a pain that is impossible to put into words. There were still so many memories to make, so many conversations to have, so many fishing trips to take, and so much life left to live.

Perry is survived by his loving and devoted mother, Teresa Diehl; his father, Ricky Hall; his loving wife, Kayla Hall; his beloved brother, Mason Hall; numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, other family members; and a host of friends who were blessed to know and love him.

He was preceded in death by his grandparents, along with aunts, uncles, and cousins who went before him.

Perry's life ended far too soon, but the love he gave during his time here will not end with his passing. His family will miss his voice, his laughter, his presence, and all the little things that made Perry simply Perry. They will miss seeing him with a fishing pole in his hand and hearing the stories that followed. Most of all, they will miss having him here.

There are some people whose absence is felt everywhere. Perry will be one of those people.

Though we would give anything for one more day, one more conversation, one more laugh, or one more fishing trip, we will carry Perry with us in every memory and every story we share about him.

Until we meet again, Perry—may the water be calm, the sun be warm, and the fish always be biting.

You were deeply loved. You will be forever missed. And you will never be forgotten.