Ornery Italian SOB dies of stubbornness. Paul was born on August 11, 1945 in Price, Utah to Grace Pettiti and Paul D’Ambrosio Sr. After a short service spent in Vietnam; Paul returned to Price where he spent a few years working in the coal mines and for the next 35+ years running the legendary Savoy Club.

Paul eventually found himself faced with the task of raising a teenage daughter; Brandi, which resulted in more than a few gray hairs. Soon after Brandi moved out, Paul became a grandpa to his favorite two grandchildren, Braxton and Austin. His creaky brakes and rattling truck cab could be heard from around the corner when he would make his daily (unannounced) visits to “the kids’” house. Paul took great pride in his culinary skills being better than most housewives’. His spaghetti sauce, gnocchi, Greek plaki were second to none, and cooking for his family was his way of showing affection. Any leftovers would be fed to his feral cats on the farm, along with the other fowl and vermin that he fostered as his own.

He lived a modest life so that his family could have the best life. His generosity extended beyond his family to lending money to almost anyone who asked. He often obliged, even though he knew the risk of him not getting it back was high.

From the late-nights spent serving drinks, Greek rummy games, fly fishing trips, walking along the highway by the river with his .22 rifle, the whole town knew who ol’ Pauly was. His patrons, friends, family, and strangers never had to wonder what was on his mind, as he wasn’t afraid to speak bluntly. Paul was quick to tell the guys at the bar how much smarter he was than them. Eventually, they learned their place and accepted that Paul would never let them win an argument. Though his approach may have been unorthodox, Paul’s intentions were always pure. His absence will be felt for years to come, and his family will miss him dearly.

The blood, sweat, and beers of being a bar owner took its toll on Paul’s health, and he often used dark humor to cope with his chronic pain.

Some of his favorite catch phrases being: “Maybe I’ll get lucky and wake up dead tomorrow.” “Get the gun, put me out of my misery (Finger gun and pistol sound).” “Just throw me in the river when I die.” “When ya die, ya die.”

Survived by his daughter, Brandi (Brent) Gibson; grandchildren, Braxton and Austin; two sisters, and one brother.

Preceded in death by his parents; sister, and half-brother.

In lieu of flowers, please donate to the Humane Society or local animal shelter.

To honor Paul’s wishes, there will be no funeral or memorial service. We’re placing one last bet, and that is that we will meet again.

Arrangements entrusted to Mitchell Funeral Home where friends are always welcome daily and may share memories of Paul online at www.mitchellfuneralhome.net