Ray would like everyone to know that his work on this earth is done. He received a call, a sort of offer you cannot refuse, for an appointment from which he will not be returning. This assignment comes with a huge sign-on bonus, a reunion with lifelong friends and family that he has not seen in a long time. His new mission takes him to a wonderful place that he had only heard of, one where he will be enjoying his daily does of old Milwaukee's Best, giving everyone a hard time with his corny jokes just so he can see them smile, fishing off the docks at Cowan Lake, and most importantly being able to keep a watchful eye and protect the ones he left behind. Ray-Boo enjoyed living as a whole. He enjoyed spending time with his family whether it was teaching his daughter how to out-fish the older iconic fisherman at only age seven, to watching his grandkids grown up to bless him with great-grandkids. He enjoyed dedicating every weekend working at South Shore Marina. Ray was the most luving, caring, and selfless person you would ever have the pleasure of knowing. It is my greatest honor of being able to call him my daddy. He is survived by his wife, Theressa Peters; Wanda Peters, Terry Peters, Casey and Jim Crawford; brothers, Wendell and Steve; sisters, Sharon, Karen, and Linda. Ray was preceded in death by Darrell Peters, Cindy Peters, and Scott Peters.