Kenneth E. Koch
April 8, 1942 ~ November 2, 2026
Born in:
Wauzeka, Wisconsin
Resided in:
Columbus, Indiana
Ken E. Koch, 84, of Columbus, Indiana, passed away peacefully at his home on November 2, 2026.
A longtime resident of Nashville, Indiana, Ken was a familiar and much-loved face in the community, known for his hard work, wonderful cooking, willingness to help others, and unmistakable sense of humor. A talented repairman, Ken believed in fixing things rather than replacing them. He took pride in helping others and was always willing to lend a hand or share his knowledge.
He loved classic cars and motorcycles, especially his Honda 750s. One of his greatest joys was cooking and bringing people together. His rib and chili cook-offs became special gatherings where family and friends could enjoy good food, laughter, and fellowship. Known for his quick wit and love of practical jokes, Kenneth kept everyone laughing and always left an impression. He was truly one of a kind.
Ken spent much of his life in Los Angeles, and California held a special place in his heart. He married the love of his life, Nina (Kleine) Koch, and together they shared a lifetime of love, devotion, adventures, and travel.
He is survived by his beloved wife, Nina Koch; Scott Steffes; Justine Beech; Bonnie Steffes; and countless dear family and friends. Ken leaves behind a lifetime of memories, friendships, laughter, and stories to share for years to come. He will be remembered for his generous spirit, his humor, his love of good food and whiskey, and the many ways he brought people together.
He was hardworking, generous with his talents, witty, and never afraid to be himself. He lived life on his own terms and made an impression that will be forever remembered by all who knew and loved him.
A celebration of life will be held on Monday November 16, from 4-7 pm at St David’s Episcopal Church at the intersection of SR 45 and SR 135 in Beanblossom Indiana.
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Funeral Service:
Monday, November 16, 2026
4:00 pm - 7:00 pm
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Sign the Guestbook, Light a Candle
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.