William Brian Markgraff, 42, was born on December 18, 1982, in Trenton, Michigan, and tragically passed away on November 14, 2025, high upon a mountain doing what he loved, cruising the back roads. Per his request there will be no funeral or services.
A Celebration of Life will be held in the spring.
Bill spent his younger years in Maybe, Michigan, with his mom and grandparents. In 1990 they moved to Wilderness Ranch, Idaho. He attended Garden Valley High School, where he met his lifelong best friend, Brandon Dumont. He graduated in 2001. They both worked with Brandon’s dad, Ted, learning heating and air. Bill loved that and made it his career, starting All Weather Heating and Air.
Bill met Jessica “Babe” in 2007 and they moved to Bonners Ferry in 2009.
He lived life to the fullest, speeding up sand dunes in St. Anthony in his SxS, taking backroads to destinations that ended at a campfire with friends. He was the chauffer and navigator; you never got lost with Bill. He loved camping, shooting guns, YouTube and Fords.
Above all else he loved his Babe more than anything! They meant the world to each other and were two days shy of spending 18 unforgettable years together.
Bill never knew a stranger; everyone he met soon became his friend. He had a heart of gold and would help anyone, anytime. He truly was one in a million!
He was preceded in death by his beloved grandfather, Donald Markgraff, and his dad, Richard Pinson.
He will forever be missed by the love of his life, Jessica Harris, his mother, Ruthanne, Uncle Donald, brothers, Alex, Ethan, Cody, and Dakota, mother-in-law Verlene, Grandma Diane, as well as numerous nieces and nephews. And Billy Bobby’s crew, who will pickup the pieces of our broken hearts and somehow go on without him.
The world is a less good place with Bill not in it. RIP Bill😞
Bill will always be in my heart.
Bill my heart is less full knowing that I’ll never see you on this earth again but we well gather in the afterlife and be together again.
We used to run paper routes together. We would all meet at the laundry mat and wait for our papers to arrive. He was always pleasant but what I noticed and admired most was his and Jessica’s love and support of each other. I am so sorry for your loss Jessica.
Bill and I met in Garden Valley back in 2001, and we’ve been brothers ever since. We spent our time doing what we loved – pushing our 4x4s as far up the mountain as they’d go, and pushing them to the max playing in the mud, trying to make it across rivers “big ass creeks.” If it was stupid but fun as hell, we probably did it.
Bill was one hell of a teacher. I learned so much from this guy – everything from backing up a trailer to driving in the snow to working hard in the HVAC world.
But the one thing I wish I could have mastered like him was how to be the man he was. Bill would help anyone and everyone, no matter who they were. He could’ve been helping Joe Biden – Bill would have told him how big of an idiot he is and how stupid his policies were, but still help the guy out with a smile and jokes. That was just Bill. He could turn the worst situation into a good time.
I will never meet another guy like him in my lifetime, and anyone who got to hang out with Bill knows exactly what I mean.
I love you brother and I will miss you. RIP. Enjoy the mountains up there, buddy.