Lloyd Wilson Hutto

Hutto, aged 66, decided he was not interested in going through the mountains of clutter he had cunningly collected over the last six decades of his life, instead choosing to up and die on April 15, 2025. It really shouldn't have come as a surprise to us since Hutto never did anything he didn’t want to do, and he really must’ve not wanted to hunt through that 8-foot-tall stack of magazines he had in the living room.

Hutto, who was not known to have any other name, made his grand entrance into life feet-first on July 11, 1958, in Raleigh, NC. Contrary to popular belief, Hutto did not arrive at the maternity ward with speeding violations; no, he started earning those shortly thereafter when he put a 2-stroke engine on his 1959 Murray tricycle. Hutto was a wizard with a wrench and a naturally brilliant man. Hutto was also generous and kind-hearted to those he cared for, helping others whenever he could. He was never loud about that soft side of himself, often weaving his altruism into the fabric of his rigid exterior. An auto mechanic by trade (he ran Hutto’s Auto for decades until his retirement), he was nonetheless a fount of knowledge regarding everything from airplanes to zucchinis. There wasn’t a question asked of him that he didn’t seem to know the answer to and not a thing he couldn’t figure out how to fix. He always had a quick solution come to mind, even if sometimes that solution was unconventional, such as the lawn chair he’d ratchet-strapped into the back of his 1986 Chevrolet Astro van for that occasional human passenger.

After sowing many wild oats along the way, Hutto successfully bewitched a pretty redhead named Wanda with his bad boy charm, and in September of 1982 they married. For the next 42 years and five months, despite his best efforts to drive Wanda off (and insane), she stuck by his side for better or worse, through thick and thin, much to Hutto’s regular astonishment. They were rarely seen apart unless Hutto was at a NASCAR race, out fishing, or visiting the local Auto Zone. He raced the car he built at the Wake County Motor Speedway, flew in modified go-carts up and down Lake Wheeler Road, and hosted many a wild party before deciding to settle into the next phase of his life. On November 19, 1986, (three days after Dale Earnhardt won his second Winston Cup championship), the Hutto's welcomed identical twin girls into their lives. Hutto had always wanted a daughter, and now he had been blessed with two. He was as proud as a peacock to be a father, and he was deeply loved and revered by his children.

Throughout his life, Hutto was a force of nature and a self-recognized holy terror. He never backed down from a fight, even if he started it... which he often did. He was both admired and feared for his devil-may-care attitude and his ability to confidently tell anyone what he thought. He lived fast, loved hard, and was ornery until the very end. His last words were appropriately, “I don’t care.”

Hutto is survived by his soulmate and wife, Wanda, his identical twin daughters, Raquel (Jeff) Weis and Raven Hutto, his fur-children Alba and Pumpkin, and his sister June (Keith) Whatley. He is preceded in death by his beloved mother Henrietta Hutto, his stepfather Charlie Hutto, his father Lloyd Hagwood, and his sister Gail Coats. Many loyal and cherished fur-children also welcomed his arrival at the Rainbow Bridge.

In consideration of Hutto’s last wishes, there will be no memorial service or interment. In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to Misplaced Mutts in Hutto’s name.