Cody Hunter Davis

February 19, 2005 – September 12, 2026

Some people leave behind memories. Others leave behind a presence—one so unmistakably their own that you can still hear their laugh, picture their smile, and almost expect them to walk through the door.

Cody Hunter Davis was that kind of person.

Cody was born on February 19, 2005, and spent his childhood in Horicon, Wisconsin. He passed away on September 12, 2026, at the age of 21. In those far-too-short 21 years, he managed to leave a lifetime of memories with the people fortunate enough to know and love him.

Cody could be quiet and reserved until you really knew him. And then you discovered the Cody his family knew best: funny, sarcastic, mischievous, kindhearted, loving, wonderfully goofy, and always ready to tease someone he loved. He had an infectious laugh, a collection of unforgettable facial expressions, and a gift for turning an ordinary moment into a story people would still be laughing about later.

When he was younger, Cody had his own memorable way of introducing himself to people: “Hi, my name is Cody Davis, but you can call me Mr. Davis.”

One of his favorite sayings captured him perfectly: “This is a terrible idea… let’s do it!” Sometimes it was preceded, appropriately enough, by, “This is a bad idea!”

Cody was unmistakably Cody. He loved his cowboy boots and coveralls, and he proudly refused to have one particular tooth fixed because, as he put it, “It’s my signature.” And somehow, it was. Those little things weren’t imperfections to Cody—they were simply part of who he was, and he was comfortable being himself.

The outdoors was one of Cody’s happiest places. He loved hunting, fishing, four-wheeling, working on cars, and spending time with his truck. He enjoyed UFC and mixed martial arts, an interest that began when he was young. With dedication and determination, Cody went on to earn his black belt in martial arts—an accomplishment that reflected the focus and perseverance beneath his playful personality.

That same talent and determination followed Cody into his career. He worked at Caliber Collision in West Bend as an automotive painter, where his ability to work with his hands, solve problems, and figure things out served him well.

Cody took great pride in his work at Jay’s Auto Body, especially a custom van that was a collaborative project. While Jay completed the bodywork and another artist created the custom design, Cody painted the van, applied the clear coat, and completed the final finishing work. He proudly entered the finished van in a car show, where it won first place—an accomplishment that meant a great deal to him.

But Cody’s greatest gift had nothing to do with what he could build, repair, or paint. It was what he gave to people.

If someone needed help, Cody was there. He didn’t always need a lot of words to tell people he loved them; he showed them. He accepted people for who they were and had a way of making those around him feel comfortable. He was happiest when he could simply be himself and be loved for exactly who he was.

Family was woven through Cody’s life from the very beginning. His dad, Brian, was the steady and constant presence at the center of it. Through every stage of Cody’s life, Brian was there—sharing the big moments and being part of the countless everyday moments that ultimately become the memories that matter most. Their bond was one built over a lifetime, and the love between father and son remained a constant through it all.

In the later years of Cody’s life, Carolyn became an important and loving presence as well. She and Cody developed a close bond, and she came to hold a very special place in his life. Cody also grew up surrounded by the steady love of his beloved grandparents, Tom “Pops” and Eileen Davis.

His aunt Christine and uncle Travis also played an important role in Cody’s childhood, helping care for him and sharing many of those growing-up years with him. Along with his cousins Alexa and Madi, there were years of weekends together, family gatherings, laughter, teasing, milestones, and ordinary moments—the kind of shared history that becomes more precious with time. They had the privilege of knowing the silly little boy Cody had been and watching him grow into the young man they loved so dearly.

There was something special about the way Cody greeted the people he loved. His face would light up when he saw you, and that warm smile had a way of making you feel immediately welcomed—and genuinely important to him. There were hugs when he arrived, hugs when he left, and an “I love you” before goodbye. Those once-ordinary moments have now become some of the most precious memories his family will carry.

Cody leaves behind his loving father, Brian Davis, and stepmother, Carolyn Davis; his mother, Rhonda Davis, who always held a place in Cody’s heart; his brother, Dillon Hager (Melissa), who shared a close and caring relationship with Cody; his niece, Kendall; his brothers, Devin and Collin Proksch; and his beloved paternal grandparents, Tom “Pops” and Eileen “Grandma” Davis, with whom he shared a close and cherished bond.

He is also lovingly remembered by his aunt and uncle, Christine and Travis Kiekhaefer; cousins, Alexa (Kaleb) Eiting and Madi (Miles) Cohagan; his uncle, Kevin Davis (Keri), with whom Cody shared a special connection and many good times and memories; cousins, Dominick and Alex Davis; Alexa and Kaleb’s daughters, Lilah and Violet; his maternal grandfather, Tom Reid; his aunt, Tish (John) Fraizer, and cousins, Dominique, Geo, Teece, and Ariana; his uncle, David Reid, and cousins, Michael and Megan; and Mia and her daughter, Charliee, both of whom became an important part of Cody’s life and shared many meaningful memories with him.

Cody will also be deeply missed by his extended family, numerous friends and coworkers, and the many people fortunate enough to have known and loved him.

Cody was preceded in death by his maternal grandmother, Marge Reid; his paternal great-grandparents on both the Davis and Manthey sides; and other loved ones who went before him.

There will never be another Cody.

There will never be another laugh quite like his, another one of those ridiculous faces made at exactly the right moment, another tooth that simply had to remain because it was his “signature,” or another Cody-sized hug followed by an “I love you.”

Twenty-one years was nowhere near enough.

But the measure of Cody’s life will never be the number of years he was here. It will be found in the stories that will be told again and again. In every hunting and fishing memory. In the sound of laughter around a family gathering. In a truck, a pair of cowboy boots, a set of coveralls, a beautifully painted vehicle, and every questionable adventure that begins with someone saying, “This is a terrible idea…”

And somewhere in the hearts of everyone who knew Cody best, we already know exactly how he would finish it:

“…let’s do it.”

Cody was loved beyond words. He will be missed beyond measure. And he will be remembered for the unmistakable, funny, loving, one-of-a-kind way he lived his life.

Most of all, his family will remember the hugs, the smile, the laughter, and those two simple words Cody never let a goodbye pass without saying:

“I love you.”

And now, with all of ours:

We love you too, Cody. Always.

A visitation celebrating Cody’s life will be held on Saturday, September 26, 2026, from 12:00 p.m. until 2:30 p.m. at Phillip Funeral Home, 1420 West Paradise Drive, West Bend, Wisconsin. A funeral service will be held from 2:30 p.m. until 3:00 p.m. Cake and coffee will follow from 3:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m., giving family and friends time to gather, share memories, and celebrate Cody’s life together.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made in Cody’s memory.