Millington, TN — The tight-knit Millington community is reeling after the sudden and heartbreaking loss of 65-year-old Cleadus Pinner, whose life was cut short Wednesday night in a tragic work accident.
According to the Millington Police Department, officers were called to a property off Highway 51 shortly before 7:30 p.m. after reports of an emergency involving tree work. Upon arrival, responders found that Pinner, who had been performing landscaping duties, had suffered fatal injuries. Despite efforts to save him, he was pronounced dead at the scene.
For those who knew him, Pinner was more than just a landscaper — he was a fixture in the community, a man whose weathered hands shaped countless lawns, gardens, and lives. Friends recall his easy smile, his unmatched work ethic, and the quiet kindness he carried into every interaction. “Cleadus didn’t just work on your yard,” said longtime client and friend Mary Whitfield. “He worked on your heart. He treated everyone like family.”
Neighbors and colleagues alike are struggling to comprehend how someone so full of life could be gone so suddenly. Many say the shock is compounded by the fact that Pinner was doing the very work he loved most when tragedy struck.
As word of his passing spreads, condolences and tributes have flooded social media, with dozens sharing stories of Pinner’s generosity — mowing lawns for elderly residents without charge, planting flowers for those going through hard times, and stopping by just to check in on neighbors.
Family members describe Pinner as a devoted father, grandfather, and friend who lived simply but richly, measuring life in moments shared rather than material things. His sudden absence leaves a hole in the lives of all who knew him, one that words can hardly fill.
Authorities continue to investigate the exact circumstances of the incident, though foul play is not suspected. In the coming days, the community is expected to gather to honor his life, share memories, and find solace in one another.
For now, Millington grieves — not just for the man lost, but for the warmth, laughter, and steadfast presence that will no longer walk its streets or tend its gardens.