Lorenzo “Woo Poo” Davis, a 28-year-old Black / African American man, died on November 14, 2017 in Memphis, Tennessee. In the days that followed, the public record around his death took shape in fragments: an online memorial marked his death as a loss to gun violence, and an obituary placed him firmly in the everyday rhythm of the city—someone known by a nickname, someone who worked, someone whose family and friends would soon gather to say goodbye.
The obituary remembered Davis as a cook for Crumpy’s Hot Wings and laid out the final arrangements with the plain, practical details families rely on when grief turns logistical. A visitation was scheduled for the evening of November 24, 2017 at R.S. Lewis & Sons Funeral Home on Vance Avenue, and a funeral service was set for the morning of November 25, 2017 at Progressive M.B. Church on Vance Avenue, followed by burial at New Park Cemetery in Horn Lake. The notice, brief as such announcements often are, hinted at a larger circle behind him—people who knew where to show up, when to arrive, and what it meant to speak his name out loud in a sanctuary one last time.
Beyond those memorial and funeral details, sources that are publicly accessible without restricted access do not consistently provide a full narrative of what happened in the moments leading to Davis’s death, and they do not identify an alleged shooter or a clear motive. The gun-violence memorial entry points to outside reporting and a database listing, but the underlying incident specifics and law-enforcement updates are not presented in the materials that can be directly reviewed from the accessible sources used here.
In the same way, no arrest, named suspect, charging decision, court filing, trial, or conviction is confirmed in the accessible sources reviewed for Davis’s death. If an investigation produced developments later, those details are not reflected in the public-facing records available here, leaving the story—at least from these sources—ending where so many families’ stories begin: with a date, a city, and a life reduced to announcements, memories, and unanswered questions about who pulled the trigger and why.
