OBITUARY
Anthony Scott Nichols, born May 18, 1959, passed away on January 23, 2026. There are no services are scheduled at this time.
Arrangements are under the direction of Robert Massie Funeral Home.
He was preceded in death by his mother, Betty Lorraine Palmer; sisters, Aissia Erelda Kapchinski and Madge Elaine Taylor; brother, James (Jimmy) Palmer; biological father, Harley Boone Nichols; father, Elisha Harry Palmer; and daughter, Amber Dawn Schlueter.
Scott is survived by his loving wife, Marsha Malicoat Nichols; daughters, Heather Yvonne Walters (Keith), Audra Rose Wells (Jason), Kelly Woodson (Benjiman), and Rebecca Davis (Wayne); sons, Brandon Carraway and Preston Scott Nichols; sisters, Tammy Cross (Charles), Karen Hampton (George), and Samantha Adams (Paul); brothers, Larry Palmer (Sheryl), Garry Palmer (Ruth), and Harley Jess (Joey) Nichols; and 18 Grandchildren- Britney, Asher, Marc, Lexi, Hayleigh, Lukas, Keira, Madie, Macenzie, Kyler, Harley, Montana, Cheyenne, Zachary, Noah, Anthony, Oliver, and Brooke.
Growing up as a child, he lived in Kingsville and Wells, TX. He was raised with six siblings, even though there were eight. Including him there was a total of nine children. Once married he moved to Robert Lee, TX to raise his family and later Sonora, finally settling in San Angelo in his later years. He married Debbie in 1979, and together they had three daughters: Heather, Amber, and Audra. After their divorce, he married Marsha in 1998, embracing her children-Kelly, Becky, and Brandon-as his own. In 1996, Scott and Marsha welcomed their son, Preston, completing their blended family.
Scott was devoted to his family and cherished time spent hunting, fishing, and boating with loved ones and friends. He was known for his quick wit, playful spirit, and his fondness for Coors Light. Scott worked for many years in the oilfield, welding and building big trucks, and was the go-to person for automotive advice. If anyone needed to know what was wrong with an automobile it was always a quick call and he knew exactly what was wrong. He enjoyed picking on everyone, making people laugh, and truly valued his friendships.
— From Robert Massie Funeral Home
