Mary Breau or Mary Alice Schumm grew up in Edgar, Montana. After years of mischief, she was eager to see the world. Mary left Montana with her sister, Willie, and ended up in Florida where she found that being away from Montana wasn’t something she wanted. Her life was filled with practical jokes. She was a telephone operator and frequently linked the local church to her ex-husband on the phone for a good laugh. She adopted her son, Dustin, in White Plains, New York. Mary was a fantastic mother. She lived in Connecticut for fourteen years, but her thoughts were never far from Montana. Every summer, she would travel to Edgar with her son to visit her family. After her divorce, she and her son moved to Montana. She was very excited to be able to raise her son on the same land where she grew up and she built the log home she always wanted. Her passions were going to the Pryor Mountains, fishing and eating around a camp fire. She loved seeing her son, daughter-in-law and her two grandchildren. As many know, Mary spoke her mind and never minced words, but her heart was huge. She loved life and never missed an opportunity to play a practical joke. After many years at her loved home, she realized it was too much for her to take care of and decided to sell it. She moved to Billings, to an assisted living home. She was diagnosed with leukemia and the disease won the battle on July 17th, 2017. The world lost a larger than life character on this day. She very much appreciated all the immense help her niece, Debbie, offered her. She is survived by her sisters, Maxine, Viola and Gladys; also, her son, Dustin, daughter-in-law Sara and two grandchildren, Jentry and Hudson. She was pre-deseased by her sisters, Willie and Martha. She will be missed. She wished to have no service and will have a headstone in the Rockvale Cemetery. Finally, Mary would say, “Don’t mourn for me. Raise a glass and celebrate my life”. She is not really gone. She lives on in all that have known her. Whether her title was mother, sister, aunt or friend, she lives on in everything we do. Speak her name in the many stories. Let her name fill your home. There’s a little “crazy Mary” in all of us.