Christopher Jermain Carter was born on September 19, 1974, in Arlington, Georgia, to Ruby Nell Pratt and Johnny Palmer. From the very beginning, Chris possessed a personality that could fill a room, a heart big enough to hold an entire family, and a spirit that made people feel like they had known him forever.

From an early age, Christopher became affectionately known as “Boobie.” It was a name that stuck for a lifetime. To those who grew up with him, shared his childhood, and knew him long before the many adventures life would bring, he was “Boobie” then, and he remained “Boobie” even to this very day. Chris was educated in the Calhoun County and Dougherty County school systems and was especially proud to call himself a Monroe High School Tornado alumnus. No matter where life took him, he never forgot where he came from and proudly represented South Albany and the people and places that helped shape him.

Chris later obtained his Commercial Driver’s License (CDL), beginning a career that would become one of his greatest passions. As a professional truck driver, he traveled across the country, collecting stories, friendships, and memories along the way. The open road became familiar territory to Chris, and there was something fitting about a man with such a free spirit making his living seeing the world one highway at a time.

On August 26, 2026, Chris departed this life while in Alabama, preparing to deliver his final loads for the week before heading home to get ready for a much-anticipated vacation cruise. Even in his final days, Chris was doing what he knew so well: working, traveling, making plans, and looking forward to his next adventure. To know Chris was to know someone who truly loved life. He simply did not meet strangers. Whether you knew him for decades or had just met him, chances are you were going to laugh, hear a story, get a nickname, or somehow become part of the family before the conversation was over.

Throughout the years, many affectionately called him “Bobby Brown,” a nickname that perfectly complemented his larger-than-life personality and undeniable love for performing. Chris had an infinite passion for karaoke, but calling what he did “karaoke” almost seems unfair. When Chris grabbed a microphone, it became a performance. He could command an entire room with his infamous renditions, confidence, dance moves, humor, and unmistakable Chris Carter flair.

Later, he would give himself another name: “Dub C.” What started as a nickname became part of his identity, and in true Chris fashion, he made sure Dub C became known far beyond Southwest Georgia. Whether you knew him as Christopher, Chris, Boobie, Bobby, or Dub C, you knew there was only one of him. And if there were two things you never had to question, they were his teams. Chris was a Dallas Cowboys fan for LIFE. Win, lose, or “this is our year,” he proudly represented his Cowboys. But he was also a Georgia boy through and through, and his love for the University of Georgia Bulldogs ran just as deep. His Cowboys family and DAWG Pound family were not simply fellow sports fans to him; they became extensions of the family he treasured so much. But beyond the laughter, music, football, road trips, nicknames, and unforgettable personality was the heart of who Chris truly was: a man who loved his family tremendously.

Family was his world. Chris wanted his family together. He loved hard, openly, and without hesitation. He believed in celebrating life, making memories, laughing together, traveling together, eating together, and simply being present with the people he loved. His family knew they were loved because Chris made sure they knew it.

Chris was preceded in death by his maternal grandmother, Inez Carter; his paternal grandfather, Charlie Carter; his aunt, Dorothy Marshall; his uncles, Jimmy Carter and James E. Carter; and a special cousin, Daphne Carter. He leaves to cherish his memory his loving mother, Ruby Nell Pratt; his father, Johnny Palmer; his aunt and bonus mom, Janice Carter; his special aunt, Lake Palmer; and his stepfather, Robert Scott (Joanne).He also leaves his brothers, Ty Carter, Donovan Scott, Maurice Carter, and Reggie Carter; his children, Wesley, Jaylon, Ashley, Miaya, and Asia; one grandchild whom he loved dearly; and another grandchild whose arrival in January he was anxiously and joyfully awaiting.

 He also leaves a very special nephew, Carter Barnett, affectionately known to Chris as his “Pee-Pot,” who held an incredibly special place in his heart. Chris shared an extraordinary bond with two special cousins whom he made his sisters: Dr. Shawana Carter-Barnett and his beloved “Meat Cake,” Malecia Foreman. He also leaves special cousins Denise “Toosie” Carter and Michael Favors; his godsister, Tonica; and his cousin and wingman, ShaDarian “Remmy” Rembert.

Among the many friendships Chris treasured were his best friends Gabriel “Trippa” Reese and Lucious Anderson, as well as his “Lovebug,” Tee Barnett.

Chris also cherished the communities that became family to him, including his Dallas Cowboys family in Atlanta; The Brotherhood, including TJ, Tray, and Tone; his infamous DAWG Pound group; and his beloved “DA Fam.” Each of these circles held a special place in Chris’s heart and reflected something he valued deeply: friendship, loyalty, laughter, fellowship, and simply enjoying life with the people he loved. And because Chris’s definition of family could never be contained to one paragraph, he leaves a tremendous host of aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, extended family members, friends, fellow truck drivers, Cowboys fans, Bulldogs fans, karaoke audiences, and countless others whose lives are better because Dub C. passed through them.

Chris lived. He laughed. He traveled. He sang. He loved his Cowboys. He represented his Bulldogs. He loved his people fiercely. And most importantly, he made memories. Although his final load has been delivered and his earthly journey has come to an end, the love, laughter, stories, and unforgettable spirit of Christopher Jermain “Dub C” Carter will continue traveling through every life he touched. The microphone may be quiet. The truck may be parked. But Dub C’s presence will never leave the room. His family will carry him on every road, through every song, during every Cowboys game, every Bulldogs Saturday, every family gathering, and in every moment when laughter suddenly reminds them:“ Yep…that was Chris. "Rest well, Boobie. Rest well, Dub C. Your final load has been delivered. Your work here is done. And your legacy rides on."