Oct. 4, 1971 - Feb. 2, 2026
Date of Service: Feb. 13, 2026
BURLEY – Michael Thomas “Mick” Oliver, 54, known by many names—Bro, Michael, Mick, Papa, Cheeks, Pulo, Bick, Mickel, Too Hip Mick, Vanilla Ice, Michelob Ultra—passed away on February 2, 2026, leaving behind a trail of smiles, tears, laughter, and a long list of people who were absolutely convinced they were his favorite.
On October 4, 1971, Mick was born to the best damn parents, Debby and Roger Oliver and grew up alongside his older brother and first best friend, Kenneth—whose unofficial roles included protector, co-conspirator, and lifelong witness to Mick’s stories (most of which only improved with time). Kenneth spent years pretending to be in charge, while Michael ignored that entirely and did his own thing.
Michael had a rare and effortless gift for turning complete strangers into close friends—usually within minutes and without even trying. He married his high-school sweetheart, his soul-mate and lifelong best friend, Angela Denton, proving that true love (along with non stop laughter and banter) really does exist. Together they raised the best sons, Riley and Damon, who learned early on that showing up for family, laughing loudly, and finding adventure outdoors was simply the way to live. Riley and Damon later gave their dad the unexpected joy of becoming a “girl dad” to Paty and Little Angela. The crown jewel of Mick’s life was becoming Papa to Penny and Lucia, who had him completely wrapped around their little fingers—and honestly, he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Mick was known for his big-ass smile, quick wit, and an unmatched ability to make everyone feel welcome. He truly knew no strangers. If you met him once, you were a friend. He was mellow, approachable, and a genuinely good listener—the kind of guy who made people feel seen. If you met him twice, you were family. If you met him three times, he probably invited you over. He loved life at full throttle (627): tearing around dirt tracks on his Suzuki 250, working with his hands, fishing, hunting, motocross, BMX, snowboarding, snowmobiling, skateboarding, and asparagus hunting pro. He watched sports with passion and stayed fiercely loyal to the Chargers. Mick was the designated family cook, always with music playing—usually loud enough to become part of the conversation—providing the soundtrack to a life lived fully.
Mick leaves behind a big bunch of people and good friends that love him and will miss him endlessly – his parents, Debby and Roger Oliver; his soul-mate, Angela; sons, Riley (Paty) and Damon (Angela); granddaughters, Penny and Lucia; big bro, Kenny (Tammy); and gobs of family.
His life will be celebrated on Friday, February 13, at the Rupert Elks with the shenanigans beginning at 5 p.m. Bring a story, laughter, an appetite and be prepared to tip a glass.
The world feels a little quieter without him, but if you listen closely, you can still hear his laugh and “see him in the sunsets.” God couldn’t create a heart big enough—or a spirit tame enough—to grow old quietly. Maybe that’s why Mick didn’t….
Funeral arrangements have been entrusted to the care of Rasmussen-Wilson Funeral Home of Burley.
