In Loving Memory

Justin Tyler Lynch

April 27, 1989 — October 4, 2026

Justin Tyler Lynch entered the world on April 27, 1989, the son of John and the late Joyce Lynch. His story ended far too soon in early October, but the chapters he wrote were full of color, adventure, and pure enthusiasm. Justin was a lifelong champion of comic books, Comic Cons, movies, autographs, and books of every kind. He built proud collections that reflected a heart that never outgrew wonder. Justin brought genuine excitement to everything he loved. Justin now joins his mother Joyce and his grandparents, Jerald & Jeanmarie Lynch and George & (Marian and Novella) Finkernagel, who made this journey before him. Those of us still here who miss him include his father John (Janet) Lynch; his sisters Faith (Eli) Yewdall, Caitlin (Nick) Morrow, and Kristin Lynch (Jon Wright); and his nephew Ziya and nieces Ada and Alexis, who are losing one of their biggest fans. He also leaves two stepbrothers; Andrew (Karen) and Adam Anderson. “Endings are not the end, but merely the beginning of something else."

Service Program

Service Details

Tuesday, November 17th, 2026 Cornerstone Word of Life Church 3783 Sullivan Street Madison, AL

Order of Service

Musical SelectionThe Funeral of Boromir

Welcome and PrayerPastor Robert Conover

Bible VersePastor Belinda Tolliver

Expressions from Friends and Family

Video Memorial

The MessagePastor Robert Conover

Prayer and DismissalPastor Robert Conover

Amazing Grace

Poem / Prayer

Bilbo's Last Song (At the Grey Havens) by J. R. R. Tolkien Day is ended, dim my eyes, But journey long before me lies. Farewell, friends! I hear the call. The ship's beside the stony wall. Foam is white and waves are grey; beyond the sunset leads my way. Foam is salt, the wind is free; I hear the rising of the sea. Farewell, friends! The sails are set, the wind is east, the moorings fret. Shadows long before me lie, beneath the ever-bending sky, but islands lie behind the Sun that I shall raise ere all is done; lands there are to west of West, where night is quiet and sleep is rest. Guided by the Lonely Star, beyond the utmost harbour-bar, I'll find the heavens fair and free, and beaches of the Starlit Sea. Ship my ship! I seek the West, and fields and mountains ever blest. Farewell to Middle-earth at last. I see the star above my mast!

Special Thanks

In these shadowed days, we offer our deepest thanks to the steadfast friends and kindred who have stood beside us, sharing the weight of our sorrow and granting the quiet strength of true fellowship