He died like he lived,

 Loved by everyone

who knew him

When josh was just a wee little guy, probably around age 3, he informed our mother that he did not want to be called Josh, He wanted to change his name.  So mom said, Ok, I'll just call you hootanany.  And that she did. Even as he became a grown man, he was still referred to often as hoot.  About the same age of his "name change" Josh had a very strange habit.  As do most children Josh had something he just had to have to sleep at night, a "cuddle buddy", Except his wasn't a stuffed animal or a blanket, it was a red plastic toolbox.  And he had to have it.  Would not sleep with out it.