William Burel Davis of Corpus Christi Texas passed away peacefully on 12/7/25—Pearl Harbor day, with his two sons in attendance, leaving behind a legacy forged with grit, a quiet sensitivity, fierce independence, and after 75 years of life—an unwavering sense of 'just doesn't give a damn.'

Born in 1950, in Mobile Alabama—Bill Davis or 'BB' as he was known to his family, was the second son of Evelyn Davis, and the eldest born to his father WB. Davis Sr. Growing up in Mobile Alabama—BB was a country boy who grew up hunting and fishing the backwoods. At the age of 17 he would volunteer for the war in Vietnam. In short order, this blond-haired Alabama boy would find himself in the bush, down-range in Armor Reconnaissance—looking for the shit. He would eventually find it. Years later when queried about the war years he would describe his choice saying, 'It was a dirty war, but the only one I had.'

After returning to Texas, he would marry a pretty, dark-haired girl from the neighborhood, and father two indomitable sons. For more than a decade he was known as the fella in the pin-stripped 69' Rallye Green Camaro, and later as the guy with the two Great Danes in the one-of-a-kind, custom chassis-swapped 56' International Harvester. He was a life-long fan of Napalm rock and the Mississippi Delta blues.

Over the years, he plied his knuckle-busting craft as a cantankerous-old cuss and jack-of-all-trades. He was an excellent auto mechanic, a shrimp/crab boat skipper, a refinery insulator, a motorcycle and go cart racer, a lover of swim-wear calendars, and a twist-dance winner. He was a wide-ranging and free-wheeling character who fractured only a modest few laws along the way—and never more than one at a time.  He was a devoted son, a history buff, a Harley enthusiast, and general non-conformist. Known for his consummate style and good-timing ways—Bill Davis was a man who regularly refused to give in to any short-sighted suggestions. He was a man of overwhelming heart who stayed true to his values, yet understood his own flaws. He was a man who valued the facts, yet could not escape his own contradictions. He was a lovable, if not contemptuous character who always intended the very best for any-and-all he called, 'his friends.'

In the end, his tale is a true American story of a Texas original; a wily, irrepressible, and unforgettable character who never gave up, but like everyone else—had to die anyway.

He is survived by his two sons, two brothers, his loving and devoted sister, his brother-in-law, and a host of grieving friends and acquaintances.

He will be missed. KOBA!

Arrangements entrusted to Guardian Funeral Home