of Harriet, AR

November 21, 1956 - April 30, 2023

On April 30, 2023, the world's most creative combiner of curse words left this life at the age of 66. Benjamin Darryl Arrowood was born on 11-21-1956 in Flint, Michigan to Ed and Virginia Arrowood, upsetting his sister Wanda's only child status. He was apparently not too obnoxious as an infant because his parents were optimistic enough to add his brother Jerry to the mix a few years later.

Bennie grew up for the most part in Searcy County Arkansas and returned there to raise the daughters he already had and to obtain a few more - making his insistence "I never wanted kids" seem rather delusional. He regularly offered to take them out of this world, seeing as he brought them into it, but was fortunately never forced to make good on this proposition. His worry that he would really screw up parenting led to a lot of roaring and throwing of things - producing bomb-proof, unflappable children that he was clearly quite smug about.

He loved Jeeps, even when they tried to kill him, only giving them up when one tried to kill his daughter. He loved hunting so much that when the Jeep tried to kill him and ruined his ability to pull a bow with his right arm, he taught himself to bow hunt left-handed because he wasn't going to be told he couldn't. He promptly went out and killed himself a bear. It is suspected that he did this purely for the amusement of knowing that someone would have to figure out what to do with that rug once he was gone.

He laughed about one of his children "pinching a penny until it screams" but turned around and pulled out his own teeth with pliers to save the extraction costs before he got his dentures.

He decided that he wanted a house, so he got himself some books and figured out how to build one. Then he figured out how to build the furniture inside. While he had no use for wall decor that was not a calendar, he filled his living room walls with photos of first game kills made by his family and friends because he was so insanely proud of them. Taking his grandkids hunting in the deer stand he made specifically for them was one of his favorite things to do; especially once electronics came along to keep them quiet and occupied until something came along. His mother may or may not have threatened him with bodily harm if he tried to fit any more deer meat into the freezer on occasion.

He impressed many a grandchild by pinching wasps to death with his bare fingers, convincing them that he was a superhero on the spot. He made countless trips to the creek with a truckload of snacks and grandkids and resisted the urge to leave them down there after the fighting broke out. We aren't certain if one of the kids started calling him "Super-Paw" or if he coined that moniker himself, but it fit him well.

All services will be private. Contact family for any information.

Obituary Provided By:
Roller-Coffman Funeral Home
923 Highway 65 North
Marshall, AR  72650
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