ROSENBERG, David, didn't care for euphemisms for death but liked clever obituaries. He shuffled off this mortal coil on May 1, 2024, at the age of 72, leaving behind loads of people who loved him dearly. Born in Waverly, VA on October 18, 1951, to Elizabeth and Maurice Rosenberg (both deceased), David was the youngest of the three Rosenberg boys. Though he'd never admit it, he looked up to older brothers Bill and Stuart his whole life. His lifelong best friend Neil Kaufman and cousin John Stone were honorary brothers. David left home for Duke University (class of 1974) which became a long-standing source of overwhelming joy or disappointment, depending on how the basketball season was going. He went to law school at Vanderbilt University (class of 1977), where he had the luck to meet Randie Sears, who became his much-loved wife of 45 years. She hung with him through every one of his hare-brained schemes. Their kids, Molly and Andrew, joined for the ride. His loving relatives include grandkids Mae and Jane Seavey, son-in-law Brian Seavey, sisters-in-law Marilyn and Patti Rosenberg, many nieces and nephews, and Sears and Agnew families. He was many things in his life. He was an attorney for the Commonwealth of Virginia for over 30 years. He was an athlete with a hell of a jump shot and a killer tennis swing. His alter ego, l'homme international, embarrassed his kids on vacation. His goatee and earring phase in the mid-90s will also haunt them for years to come. He turned 'The Land' (a piece of country land in Cumberland County he acquired on a whim) into a destination for his Garrison Place neighbors to have camping parties. He may be the only person to have ever impulse-bought a life-size papier-mache elephant. He loved Bob Dylan and boiled peanuts. He was an artist, with a particularly prolific painting phase in his later years. He was 'Big Man' to his grandkids. He was an animal lover with Shep, Letty, Sparky, Mardi, JD, Bo, JimBob, Gigi, Marv, and Natasha making up the long line of dogs lucky enough to be his. He was searingly funny and could light up a room with a chaotic energy that left kids delighted and adults in tears of laughter. He loved his family and friends generously despite the burdens he carried in life. He leaves us a legacy of wonderful weirdness. We love him to no end. A service will be held at The Gardens Pavilion at The Boathouse at Sunday Park on May 19 at 11 a.m., followed by a reception. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to Sanctuary Rescue of Midlothian or Richmond Metro Habitat for Humanity.