"He loved food, women, Cuban cigars, and Pete Rose," said Baldy Eagle, a close friend. "He was a guy's guy. You couldn't help but love him."
Mr. Raccoon was often seen behind the Mooseville Café, eating whatever was on special, talking baseball with anyone who happened by.
"No one knew baseball like Mr. Raccoon," said Thelma Woodchuck. "He knew all the players, the stats, the standings. He was a real animal for the sport."
Mr. Raccoon was friendly, warmhearted, social, and a practical joker with a fondness for Whoopee Cushions. So, when he suddenly disappeared after he was last seen watching "The Natural" at the Drive-In in 1984, many thought he was simply pulling a prank. After a few days, his friends grew concerned and alerted authorities.
The investigation has spanned nearly three decades and has unearthed hidden gambling holes and has exposed a mafia underworld that had taken root in Mooseville Park. The Weasel, Snake in the Belly, and the Black Widow were all questioned at some point during the investigation about Mr. Raccoon's whereabouts, but they all had alibis that checked out.
This weekend though investigators caught a break in the case when they discovered Mr. Raccoon's remains in the woods in Mooseville Park.
The coroner's report verified he had died of a Milk Dud overdose. He was not the victim of foul play, as many in Mooseville had come to suspect.
"I don't like to think of the way Mr. Raccoon died," Eagle said. "I prefer to remember the way he lived. So what if he had a Milk Dud problem? It doesn't change my opinion of him. He was still a great guy."