On March 19, 2016, Evans was laid to rest in St. Cloud, Minnesota– the place he went to school, met his wife, and called home for over 7 years.

The funeral service was held at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church, and was officiated by Reverend Thomas Knoblach. Eulogies were given by his wife Cindy, close friend Desmond, and his Uncle Benjamin.

His casket bearers included his family David, Jonathan, and Abigail, and his friends Daniel, Desmond, Emmanuel, and Bram.

Evans is buried at Assumption Cemetery in St Cloud, Minnesota.

Although he was Evans’ Uncle, Benjamin and his sister in Ghana raised Evans as a son when his father, their brother, passed away in Evans’ Infancy. Benjamin was the only father Evans knew, and made sure to provide for him throughout his life–bringing him from Ghana to the join our family in the US in 2005, supporting him throughout his university studies, and being a constant source of love, support, and guidance in all aspects of Evans’ life. He shared these words and thoughts of his son Evans at the funeral.

My name is Ben Ofori-Amoah. I’m Evans’ Uncle, but in Ghanaian culture, I am his Dad. Because Evans’ Dad, my older brother, Emmanuel, passed away when Evans was two years old. I was out of the country, but I raised him through my older sister. And, it was one of my dreams to help Evans, in the memory of my late brother.

Evans was named after my dad, and so, most of the time when I called him, I wanted to talk to him in our Ghanaian language. So I would never mention his name– instead, I called him “Akora Yaw”. My father was born on Thursday so his first name was Yaw, and Akora means “Old Man”. So every time I called him, I said, “Akora Yaw”, and he would be laughing.

Akora Yaw– I know you are here with us. I want you to know that if I were to start this again, I would do the same thing. I have no regrets, to help you to get to this point. I wish you had lingered longer, to see the fruit and all the investment that went into you, and the struggles, but, God knows best.

Akora Yaw– Nante yie, da yie : Old Man Yaw–safe journey, sleep well.

When I go back to Ghana, and I will tell the family your story and achievements. We miss you.

But thank you for all the joy and the fond memories.

Safe Journey, Rest in Peace.