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A Tribute (obituary

 A TRIBUTE

published in the pages of

the weekly paper

THE HEAVENS & THE EARTH

GREENSBORO, GA 30642


FEB 5  2022


JOEY PHILLIP JONES

Owner of production company


Crawfordville, Ga. – Joey Phillip Jones, 49, 4231 W. Hwy. 278, died Wednesday, February 2, 2022, at Regional Hospital in Athens.

    The funeral will be held today at 5 PM on his estate, N. Fork Ogeechee, in Taliaferro County, with Mitchell Kimbrough officiating. As Mr. Jones has been quoted as saying, years before his death: “At dusk, the air will be filled with my ashes; and, with a bit of luck, they will scatter to the four winds.”

    Joey Phillip Jones was the owner of JPJ Film & Video Productions. Mr. Jones spent most of his life writing books and producing films. He was well respected and was the recipient of many distinguishing awards. He received the Nobel Prize for Peace (2008). He won 12 Academy Awards, including: Best Picture for his film Sha-Boom!, and Best Director and Screenwriter for his work on the picture Life, Death, and the Gift of Love. He is probably best remembered, by his fans, for his best-selling autobiography, entitled Unbodied, Unbound, Uncaged: Me, which won the Pulitzer Prize in letters (2010).

    Survivors include his wife, the artist S. E. Jones; a son, Bruce Francis, Crawfordville; two daughters, Margie and Katie, Crawfordville; and a sister, Regina Nicole Jones, Greensboro.

    The Four Winds Funeral Services is in charge of arrangements.



[Written in June of 1996.]


* Here's where I was a bad Nostradamus. -JPJ 1/13/2026


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