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Michael “Captain Mike” Keilman, age 70, of New Port Richey, passed away December 9th, 2016, under the care of HPH Hospice. He was born January 31, 1946 to Raymond Keilman and Mary Kemper in Chicago, IL. Mike came to Florida in 2000 after retiring from Baxter Healthcare. He worked as a manufacturing manager for them for 33 years.
Captain Mike gained his nickname through his favorite pastime. He was an avid fisherman. He enjoyed all kinds of fishing, but especially deep sea fishing in a few select secret spots in the Gulf. When not fishing, he also enjoyed woodworking and travelling. He got to experience many foreign lands. Japan was his favorite destination, though Australia was a close second.
Mike lived a full, good life teeming with laughter and happiness. You’d often hear him say, “It’s five o’clock somewhere!” He was fun loving, warm hearted, and strong willed. He touched many peoples’ lives and everyone who met him loved him.
Mike is survived by his loving wife of 25 years, Carolyn; son, Clinton Keilman; daughter, Kelly King; step-daughter, Nina Stymacks-Giuliani (Tony); and grandchildren: Katelyn King, Haylee Myers, and Anikah Giuliani.
A celebration of Mike’s life will be announced later. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the Pace Center for Girls in Mike’s name. http://www.pacecenter.org/support/donate

Arrangements entrusted to Michels & Lundquist Funeral Home.

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December 11, 2016

Bonnie Barnes lit a candle:
December 11, 2016

Lauren Mateja says:

My thoughts and hopes that grace are with you all, now and in the time to come. Carolyn, you have been blessed with great family here in Illinois. Nina, Haylee, and Anikah and Sue; we are here for you.
December 12, 2016

Steve Kelly lit a candle:
October 20, 2021

Bob King says:

Mike and I were the best of friends starting in grammar school at St. James, Boy Scouts for years, fishing buddies riding our bikes up route 12 to Cedar lake, renting a boat and fishing all day, we raised tropical fish at our homes and actively traded and sold to pet shops. He hated to be called "Spanky" but some of us could get away with it. He went to Arlington H.S. I went t St. Viator's and Prospect. We hung together in his '54 Chevy which he souped-up and ran like a bandit. We drifted away with time. Now I learn we could have had another 16 years to hang when he moved to New Port Richey and I was just 20 miles away in Lutz. What I would have given to go fishin' one more time! RIP brother.