George W. Tilley

Mr. George W. Tilley was born on December 30, 1936, in Pittsburgh, PA. The beloved only child of the late Francis and Iola Dixon Tilley, George was a proud graduate of Fifth Avenue Archers and excelled as an athlete in football and track. Known affectionately as Dad, Papa G, and GT, George married Virginia Jefferson on July 1, 1955, and together they raised four children: Denise Tilley, Tina Tilley Mollett, George F. Tilley, and the late Virginia Tilley. George’s vibrant life included being a stepfather to Tori Stevenson, Wendy Hall, and the late Robert Gulliam through his relationship with the late Joyce Underwood, as well as to Dawndra, Marci, and Cory Jones with the late Jacqueline McGee. He leaves behind a legacy of grand and great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and cherished friends. A lover of Jazz, R&B, and Blues, George’s favorite pastimes were watching the Pittsburgh Steelers and Pirates, and he fondly recalled attending Super Bowl XIV held at the Rose Bowl Arena in Pasadena, CA, claiming their victory was due to his presence. After a four-decade tenure at LTV Steel Corporations, he retired but continued working part-time for the Pittsburgh Pirates to enjoy the home games. George’s infectious joy made him the life of any party; he relished dancing, savoring great meals, and spending time with family. His Steel Mill buddies often gathered at PPG and Market Square for coffee and to stay abreast of Pittsburgh’s happenings. George’s absence will leave a void of smiles and love, but we take solace in knowing he lived life to the fullest, a reminder that tomorrow is guaranteed to none. Now, the Lord has called his angel home. We are grateful for your presence in celebrating George’s life. Friends received Thursday June 13, 2024, 3pm to 7pm at the funeral home, where funeral service will be held Friday at 11am
The Smoothest man on the planet. A man of little words, but when he spoke it was clear he had heard it all, seen it all and analyzed the moment. I never saw him without a smile. Oh, you will be missed more than I think you knew.
May God welcome you into his arms with cool jazz playing in the background and a cold O’Doul’s waiting for you.