Birth date: Jun 8, 1976 Death date: Jan 9, 2026
Kevin J. Burton passed away, returning to his Heavenly Home, on January 9, 2026 peacefully at home with his loved ones after a courageous, long battle with cancer. Kevin J. Burton was born on June 8, 1973 to Martin John Burton an Read Obituary
I absolutely loved going on random side quests with my Uncle Kevin and being crazy with him at random stores.
Elder Brendon Hill and Elder Burton St. Louis, Missouri Mission 1994.
Kevin was one of my favorite cousins. He always was helping me fix my car, change my oil, he often would hang out and make me laugh, he and his sisters would hang at their house playing games. I loved Kevin he was such a great friend. My deepest condolences too his sweet wife Tiffani and their children.
What a positive loving light he was.
Heather Wilkins ( Burton family cousin)
Kevin was truly one of my favorite cousins. He helped me out with my old car, and was a wizzard with fixing it with oil changes. He always has stories and always had me laughing. He was a greatfriend. Im so sad he is passed. Condolences too his sweet wife and children
He was a positive Loving gift!!
Heather Wilkins (Burton family cousin.)
Sitting in the front room of Kevin and Tiffani's home and laughing together and most sweetly seeing him holding little Anarene. Looking forward to seeing you again, Kevin. Love, Mary Ellen Donaldson
I have been MIA for years with the family.
I’m saddened and truly wish I had made an effort to spend more time with you and be a better cousin.
Kevin, I’m sorry.
I remember us deer hunting together with our dads. I can’t tell the story here, but dang…. I still talk about that sometimes.
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Rest in peace and I’ll see you on the other side.
-Joe Burton
I met Kevin over 20 years ago as a single mom with 4 kids while going to Weber State. He was particularly kind to my kids back then and ever since! He helped me get multiple computers over the years for next to nothing since I basically had nothing! I'm so grateful I later was in a position to begin returning a few of those favors which wasn't easy! Kevin was so quick to offer service but never expected nor desired to be in need of service in return. It am a better person for having known Kevin and learned to be more Christlike from his example. Until we meet again and hopefully live in the same neighborhood in heaven, I'll keep quilting with Tiffani.
My wife insisted that I meet you because “you’ll like him”. How wrong she was. She pretty much dragged me to meet you at church. Again, She was still wrong, I loved you. Your fearless way of connecting with people. Didn’t care about the rules typical followed by others. Every conversation felt real, if not strangely over shared. You helped me get out of my shell. You pushed my buttons yet I felt safe. You drove me crazy but that was just okay with me. You annoyed me yet left me wanting more.
From the start you’d ask me questions that would typically make others squirm and instead, I laughed. And that was it. You and I, we never did the ‘fine, how are you’ thing.
Every time we talked, or hung out doing ‘nothing in particular’ it counted. Every time we fixed something or built something half-legal, it mattered. And you were “pushy helpful”. You’d know that I’d have something I want fixed and you’d insist on helping. You’d show up with your minivan and that goofy wheel that was on the trailer hitch allowing us to tow way more than was safe.
We both had that itch for depth and honesty that most folks scratch at by scrolling on their phones on social media.
I never counted the projects we worked on together. They never seemed really important but they were. For someone at the time. You were overly ambitious with your time. Never bored as there was always something new to play with, fiddle with or make better.
We worked together at Motorola you fit right in - whereas I bounced off the walls. you made it work better than I could. After I left there we drifted away from each other with the occasional shocking text back and forth every few months. Like the picture of your head stitches after treatment a few years ago. I should’ve reached out more often. I should’ve tried harder to stay in touch.
You walked into my life when I was at my lowest and you flipped a an ON switch to be my true self. You gave me permission to be loud, to be weird, to be inappropriate, to ask questions only ever asked in a deep Theropy sessions, to be me. Loyalty without filters. More real than polite, more fun than function.
And I never got to tell you… thank you.
I remember when Kevin was hired at Motorola. He and I worked together helping our customers. He was beloved at work. Several of our team members played a prank on him by reassigning all out support tickets to him. The prank didn't last long. He saw through us pretty quickly. He took it on the chin and made us all laugh. We quickly retrieved our ticket back.
When my son was sick in the hospital Kevin and his wife made it a point to stop by to see if there was anything I needed. Just that much meant the world to me.
Kevin is one of a kind.
Kevin and I were hired on the same day at Motorola, and we worked the same early morning shift together, collaborating on the same team for a few years. On those mornings when we worked, we had time to chat and share things about our lives with each other. I recall several times when he would tell me about how he had helped this person or that person while working at one of his many jobs. He spoke many times of the VW collection he had and his interest in fixing them up. He was always willing to help at work and be there if you needed assistance on a ticket. He will be dearly missed.
