His Life

Christopher Alan Corvo passed away on March 9, 2019 in Las Vegas, NV. Chris was born August 1, 1960 in New Britain, CT and was survived by his wife Corina Farinas; his brothers David (Michele) Corvo, Tom (Diane) Corvo, Jack Corvo and Robert Corvo; his sisters Laurie (Steven) Corvo-Briggs, Kathy Corvo and Amy (Jonathon) D’Elia; his nephews Anthony (Sara) Corvo and Michael Corvo; his nieces Lily Corvo, Chaney Briggs and Monica & Sabrina D’Elia. Chris was preceded in death by his parents Anthony Philip & Doris Corvo, and his brother Gary Corvo. Chris joined the IATSE Local 720 Union in Las Vegas in 1994 and worked as a stagehand all over the country. Chris always dreamt of retiring in San Diego, and he made the move in 2012 with a dream of buying and living on a boat but was derailed when he was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis and his only lifesaving hope was a lung transplant. Chris got that transplant on May 1, 2016, and we were blessed to have another 3 years with him. Chris fought through it all with his sense of humor and wit intact. He was charming and a renowned flirt and was always entertaining with the story telling he was famous for. Chris was well respected by all who were lucky enough to work with him and he had many life-long friends. You never had to drag Chris onto the dance floor, and he loved a good party, especially if he was the host. As comfortable as he was behind the camera, it wasn’t easy to capture him in action on film. Chris was kind, generous, loyal and forgiving. He could light up a room and felt comfortable in just about any situation, including on stage. Chris had such a love of life and San Diego was where he called home, no matter where he resided. An avid sports fan, he was a die-hard Chargers and Padres fan. Chris shared that his love of baseball was specific to the warm memories he had of attending Padres games with his Dad while growing up. Right up to our last trip to Wal-Mart together, Chris had a wandering way and loved to retell the story about having been “lost” during a family road trip. It wasn’t until his mom had a banana leftover after passing them out to the kids, that they realized Chris was left at the last stop and turned the station wagon around to retrieve him. Chris loved to travel, speaking often of his trip to Europe in his 20’s and had friends in every place he touched down. He had lots of fond memories of working as a waiter at Fat City, and still bragged about how all the old Jewish ladies loved him when he worked at the grocery store as a teenager. He loved reminiscing about his high school years at Will C. Crawford High in San Diego, graduating in 1978. He squeezed in a few years of studies at San Diego City College where he discovered a love of broadcasting, which ultimately led him into the audio-visual field. Chris loved music, especially rock music and went to as many concerts as he could afford or schmooze his way into. You could always count on Chris to play tour guide if you visited him anywhere. He had a wealth of knowledge about a lot of subjects and could figure out a way to fix or work just about anything. Chris loved to throw a party and he loved to open his “home” (or couch or friends RV, as the case may be) when family or friends came to visit, thinking of every detail to make them comfortable and welcome. Chris loved Lake Tahoe and cherished all the memories made at the Chaney cabin. Chris and Ryan Chaney were friends since kindergarten, and Chris admired Ryan and considered him a brother. Chris loved to play horseshoes and bocce ball but was happiest laying around watching football. His favorite holiday was July 4th, he was a good cook and a great homemaker. Chris had the most beautiful blue eyes, he was thoughtful and considerate and always took great pride in his looks. He was a sharp dresser and kept a Chargers hat hanging from the headboard in case he had to throw it on in a hurry if a visitor happened to drop by. Anyone blessed to have made his acquaintance was considered by Chris to be a friend, and he loved animals. He had a special connection with our little man Teddy, who brought Chris so much comfort and companionship throughout this journey. Teddy seemed to know what times Chris had to take his meds and would come flying in from the backyard if he heard me heading towards the bedroom for fear he wouldn’t make it into the room, and he would give Chris a kiss on his face and then curl up next to him for a snooze. Teddy snuck into every hospital Chris was in for a visit, and in the last few days I brought Teddy to say goodbye to Chris. Because the medications had him paralyzed the only indication that he heard me talking to him, was his heart rate – and it would skyrocket when I’d put Teddy on Chris’ hospital bed and he’d go up and cover his face with kisses, and then would curl up in his legs for a nap. Teddy still looks for Chris every time he comes into our bedroom. Chris will be forever missed, and his memory will live on with all of those whose lives were touched by him. Chris made it known that he didn’t want a funeral service and requested that he be cremated, and his ashes spread in Lake Tahoe or “any ocean”, which will be done at a later date.