John Allen Mooney, left this life, unexpectedly, on Saturday evening October 8 ^th , 2022, 3 weeks after his youngest daughter Maria died. Quite possibly he died of a broken heart. Surviving him are his wife of 52 years, Sheila, his daughter Angelica/Ace, her husband Ben, his siblings (Teresa, Jerome, Tom, Michael, Steve, Joe, and Mary), their significant others and children. He's remembered for his wit, his gentleness, his loyalty, being a father, a husband, a great support in times of need (or when he remembered to call back), and the 8 contacts he had programed in his phone that would baffle everyone at phone stores when they transferred his data from phone to phone.

Born February 1, 1943, (Aquarius) he was the second in a line of eight children to call Watertown, Wisconsin home. He was graduated with a degree in Biology from St Norbert College in De Pere WI, where, on Sundays, he sold Rahr's beer at the Packer games (his forever team), joined the Peace Corps (where he met Sheila) teaching Science in Tema, Ghana. After earning his law degree from the U of Wisconsin, he worked at the Federal Trade Commission for many years, later owning and publishing a magazine Global Business which helped small companies develop trade.  While at the FTC, he was awarded the Victor Kramer Fellowship in Economics which he studied at the University of Chicago.

In the words of his daughter Angelica: "He will always be my dad - constantly surprised at how I could write a many page paper in one night (I would have to print to his computer so before I'd come down to breakfast, he would've read it and would declare it was the best writing he's seen, even offering to proofread it as if it wasn't due that day), ready to discuss anything bothering me or letting me bounce ideas off of him, Maria's lacrosse coach when she was at Wilson, a constant support and coffee addict, always accepting of any pet we had, and around baseball season, we'd lose him to the Nats games every time they played.

He's also remembered for taking us to the Natural History Museum every weekend until we discovered the gift shop and he had to start bribing us, sliding little notes under my bedroom door after a fight with a drawing of an Ace card, taking me to lunch when I was attending classes at AiW to check in on my progress, being the first person I watched Star Wars with on VHS, letting me drive his Subaru as I got my license. He's responsible for my love of fishing, and I got very lucky to talk to him the day before he died when he told me how he was happy I'd found my niche.

We will miss you Dad, but this isn't goodbye - see you and Maria later"