This memorial website was created to celebrate and remember the life of our beloved Stuart Aarons. It will be available permanently for you to visit and update as you wish. Do please share your memories of Stuart in any form you'd like.
Under the "Life" tab, you can record a chapter in Stuart's life and/or share a "Story" under that tab. The "Gallery" is the place to upload/download or view others' photos, videos, or audio.
Beethoven was Stuart's favorite classical music composer. The background music is the Moonlight Sonata played by Vladimir Ashkenazy. If you have other music to share, please do so (under Audio).
Stuart touched all of us in so many ways. Remembering the wonderful times we shared will ease the pain of his passing.
On January 18, 2022, Stuart was laid to rest at the Hoop Lane Cemetery, Hoop Lane, London NW11 7NL. Should you wish to pay your respects, more informations available at https://www.hooplanecemetery.org.uk/.
If you have questions or need assistance about the site, please contact tony.brown@brown-katz.com
Under the "Life" tab, you can record a chapter in Stuart's life and/or share a "Story" under that tab. The "Gallery" is the place to upload/download or view others' photos, videos, or audio.
Beethoven was Stuart's favorite classical music composer. The background music is the Moonlight Sonata played by Vladimir Ashkenazy. If you have other music to share, please do so (under Audio).
Stuart touched all of us in so many ways. Remembering the wonderful times we shared will ease the pain of his passing.
On January 18, 2022, Stuart was laid to rest at the Hoop Lane Cemetery, Hoop Lane, London NW11 7NL. Should you wish to pay your respects, more informations available at https://www.hooplanecemetery.org.uk/.
If you have questions or need assistance about the site, please contact tony.brown@brown-katz.com
Stuart, Lance Corporal Dennis here. You will be pleased to know that many of your dearest comrades were in attendance at your favorite old NY club sharing many a tale of your vaunted exploits in the appropriate gentle ribbing you so efficaciously administered to all of us over the years. While it was fantastic to reconnect with several people not seen in quite a few years, New York City just wasn't quite the same experience in your absence. We boasted, roasted and toasted to your life. You are still sorely missed, my dear friend.
At a recent gathering of friends to celebrate Stuart's life, I shared this (jokingly irreverent) ditty in fondest memory of Stuart..
Our dearest, most beloved Stuart
has left us with a broken heart.
But tonight, we must not be too sad
and relish the joys that we’ve all had
with someone we called our dearest friend,
whose life came to an untimely end.
So, let’s remember what made us laugh
to serve as a happy epitaph.
We treasure with love his crazy traits
that made him a rare and special mate.
To say that Stuart was a tad obsessed
you’d have to start with his pristine nest.
On his fridge – postcards from everywhere:
from Capri, Spain to Tiananmen Square.
And IN his fridge – nothing to be found! …
an egg, smoked salmon, some coffee grounds
An ardent fan of beloved Spurs,
on weekend mornings he’d yell and curse.
A “sharpener” in hand, his mood would change
based on the goal score of Harry Kane.
Then if Spurs won and he felt groovy
he’d switch on Turner Classic Movies.
On modern films he was never hooked
and buried himself in a sea of books.
Rizolli books were another quirk.
They’d arrive as gifts just like clockwork!
In things high-tech he was NOT able
and often told me where to stick my cable!
His Jag was a matter of eminent pride
in which his dates would luxuriously ride.
He’d pass MaraLago, say hi to Trump,
then head back home for a rampant hump!
In Palm Beach, our Stuart was king
and no pretty girl escaped a fling.
Often to La Perla he would stray
To pick up some exquisite lingerie.
Romantic, charming and debonair,
he’d entice them back to his wild lair.
His marriage to Barb was a thing spectacular
specially for one who’s a confirmed bachelor!
So how did Stuart expand his girth?
A booze and food gene he gained from birth.
His father taught him to drink at six
and gorged him on foie gras till he was sick.
We both saw food and had to try it,
then succumbed to endless, relentless diets!
We wagered on who could lose most weight;
But he never got to clear his slate!
These and more treasured memories we love.
And Stuart, as you look down on us from above,
We say: “We miss you, you’re in our hearts.
We can hardly bear to be apart”.
There’ll never be a friend like you
An Oxford-educated Episca-Jew!
So screw you for having predeceased,
But may you forever rest in peace.
Our dearest, most beloved Stuart
has left us with a broken heart.
But tonight, we must not be too sad
and relish the joys that we’ve all had
with someone we called our dearest friend,
whose life came to an untimely end.
So, let’s remember what made us laugh
to serve as a happy epitaph.
We treasure with love his crazy traits
that made him a rare and special mate.
To say that Stuart was a tad obsessed
you’d have to start with his pristine nest.
On his fridge – postcards from everywhere:
from Capri, Spain to Tiananmen Square.
And IN his fridge – nothing to be found! …
an egg, smoked salmon, some coffee grounds
An ardent fan of beloved Spurs,
on weekend mornings he’d yell and curse.
A “sharpener” in hand, his mood would change
based on the goal score of Harry Kane.
Then if Spurs won and he felt groovy
he’d switch on Turner Classic Movies.
On modern films he was never hooked
and buried himself in a sea of books.
Rizolli books were another quirk.
They’d arrive as gifts just like clockwork!
In things high-tech he was NOT able
and often told me where to stick my cable!
His Jag was a matter of eminent pride
in which his dates would luxuriously ride.
He’d pass MaraLago, say hi to Trump,
then head back home for a rampant hump!
In Palm Beach, our Stuart was king
and no pretty girl escaped a fling.
Often to La Perla he would stray
To pick up some exquisite lingerie.
Romantic, charming and debonair,
he’d entice them back to his wild lair.
His marriage to Barb was a thing spectacular
specially for one who’s a confirmed bachelor!
So how did Stuart expand his girth?
A booze and food gene he gained from birth.
His father taught him to drink at six
and gorged him on foie gras till he was sick.
We both saw food and had to try it,
then succumbed to endless, relentless diets!
We wagered on who could lose most weight;
But he never got to clear his slate!
These and more treasured memories we love.
And Stuart, as you look down on us from above,
We say: “We miss you, you’re in our hearts.
We can hardly bear to be apart”.
There’ll never be a friend like you
An Oxford-educated Episca-Jew!
So screw you for having predeceased,
But may you forever rest in peace.
Stuart, you continue to wander into my thoughts randomly since your passing. I still miss and cherish our lengthy and often silly conversations. I am made a better man for having known you and had you as a great friend these many years.
March 7, yes agreed ... this is the day that Stuart left us. Thinking of all his dear loved ones today. I'm sure it was a difficult weekend for many, I know it was for me. It's unfathomable that a year has passed without Stuart's larger-than-life presence. RIP, my friend. You are forever loved and missed.
March 7. Despite the engraving on your stone, this is the day we lost you. Indeed, forever missed and loved.
At an intentionally small gathering this morning 18th January our beloved Stuart was interred in a peaceful location of a pretty floral garden at the Hoop Lane Cemetery Garden of Rest, Golders Green.
All his family and friends worldwide now have a location which honours the memory of Stuart, shows that he is not forgotten, and that his life had special significance to each of us.
R.I.P.
All his family and friends worldwide now have a location which honours the memory of Stuart, shows that he is not forgotten, and that his life had special significance to each of us.
R.I.P.
Today, January 18, at a small gathering of family and friends, Stuart was finally laid to rest not far from where he grew up in North London. All of us send our love to Stuart, his family, and his many friends. Details of where you can visit his tombstone are available on the main page.
My dear friend
Today your remains are being interred but I know your kind soul continues to shine up above and look down on us all. You are sorely missed and greatly loved and adored, forever. x
Today your remains are being interred but I know your kind soul continues to shine up above and look down on us all. You are sorely missed and greatly loved and adored, forever. x
I'm certain I'm not alone in thinking about Stuart today.
The first Christmas morning that we haven't spoken, the first holiday season with no gifts exchanged, in way too many years to count.
Stuart, you touched so many lives across the continents, and your untimely, sudden departure has left a void impossible to fill.
My heart is heavy in its mourning for you. RIP, dear friend.
The first Christmas morning that we haven't spoken, the first holiday season with no gifts exchanged, in way too many years to count.
Stuart, you touched so many lives across the continents, and your untimely, sudden departure has left a void impossible to fill.
My heart is heavy in its mourning for you. RIP, dear friend.
For nearly a decade, Stuart and I had a 'standing 30-minute call' every Monday afternoon. My eyes grow tearful and misty, and my emotions turn melancholy, when the clock strikes 1pm on Monday afternoon ever since his passing back in March.
I’ve had the extraordinary pleasure of calling Stuart my close friend for nearly 2 decades.
It was an honor and a privilege to be both his business partner and intimate friend.
He was one of the most selfless, generous, and caring people I’ve ever met. It goes without saying that he was an exceptional human being!
I am going to miss most of all his sense of integrity, honesty, optimism, enthusiasm and kindheartedness.
During his 62 years on this plane, he absolutely made a difference and touched many people’s lives, especially mine! His abrupt absence from the day-to-day lives of friends and family will create a gap which can never be filled.
Stuart – you will be sorely missed. It was a privilege and pleasure to have called you my friend and I will do everything in my power to honor and respect your legacy.
Norm
I’ve had the extraordinary pleasure of calling Stuart my close friend for nearly 2 decades.
It was an honor and a privilege to be both his business partner and intimate friend.
He was one of the most selfless, generous, and caring people I’ve ever met. It goes without saying that he was an exceptional human being!
I am going to miss most of all his sense of integrity, honesty, optimism, enthusiasm and kindheartedness.
During his 62 years on this plane, he absolutely made a difference and touched many people’s lives, especially mine! His abrupt absence from the day-to-day lives of friends and family will create a gap which can never be filled.
Stuart – you will be sorely missed. It was a privilege and pleasure to have called you my friend and I will do everything in my power to honor and respect your legacy.
Norm
Dear Stuart,
Truly, not a day goes by ... I find myself wishing that I would awaken from this very bad dream and that you'd be back with us on Earth again.
I know you were busy yesterday drinking bubbly from Heaven above.
You are deeply loved and endlessly missed.
XO Madame
Truly, not a day goes by ... I find myself wishing that I would awaken from this very bad dream and that you'd be back with us on Earth again.
I know you were busy yesterday drinking bubbly from Heaven above.
You are deeply loved and endlessly missed.
XO Madame
No, I didn't forget your birthday, but chose instead to spend the day remembering all the great, interesting and fun times we spent together. We had agreed at the beginning of this year that we would be together either on my birthday in September or yours in November. Sadly it was not to be. And as Piers said, "not a day goes by....". I miss you and, belatedly, wherever you are, hope you are at peace. XO XO XO.
I was so sorry to hear that Stuart passed away so suddenly and so young!
Stuart was a good friend of my brother Jimmy and was my age. I met him only on a few occasions but always enjoyed his company and his sense of humour. I remember he always had a cheeky look about his face!
The last time I saw him was when I met up with him in NY in 1983 and enjoyed catching up with him, but of course I would hear about him from Jimmy over the years.
I would like to send my condolences to the family. Stuart was a man who couldn’t be forgotten once you met him and I’m sure you will treasure all your amazing memories with him for ever.
Stuart was a good friend of my brother Jimmy and was my age. I met him only on a few occasions but always enjoyed his company and his sense of humour. I remember he always had a cheeky look about his face!
The last time I saw him was when I met up with him in NY in 1983 and enjoyed catching up with him, but of course I would hear about him from Jimmy over the years.
I would like to send my condolences to the family. Stuart was a man who couldn’t be forgotten once you met him and I’m sure you will treasure all your amazing memories with him for ever.
I, ORIGINALLY MET STUART WHEN HE CHOSE TO RENT AT THE BARCLAY IN
MARCH OF 2013...WE FORMED A FRIENDSHIP THAT BECAME A RELATIONSHIP
BORDERING ON SON AND FATHER...WE MET NOT OFTEN ENOUGH, AND SPOKE OF FAMILY AND PHILOSOPHY....CONFIDING IN EACH OF US. I WILL MISS HIM. LENNY
What can I add that could possibly address my and my wife Donna’s affection for Stuart!
We met when he was consulting for my business, then 2 others, but it quickly went from biz to a great friendship and and almost family like.
Every month was either Dinner at the Capital Grill or Lunch at Taboo, of which he teased me about my old hangout in 70’s and 80’s.
We were to talk on that Sunday evening. No answer and wrote that Monday morning and asked “Hows your Mum are you OK?” I have kept that message.
Tuesday I was getting my license plates when I got the terrible news.
I sat in my car for a period and brought tears to me.
R.I.P. my dear friend
We met when he was consulting for my business, then 2 others, but it quickly went from biz to a great friendship and and almost family like.
Every month was either Dinner at the Capital Grill or Lunch at Taboo, of which he teased me about my old hangout in 70’s and 80’s.
We were to talk on that Sunday evening. No answer and wrote that Monday morning and asked “Hows your Mum are you OK?” I have kept that message.
Tuesday I was getting my license plates when I got the terrible news.
I sat in my car for a period and brought tears to me.
R.I.P. my dear friend
Dear Uncle Stuart (I know you said I could stop calling you Uncle but it never felt right not to do so)
I have been trying to think about what to write for the past month and every time I start crying and freeze. I am still overcome with so much sadness and anger. I am so upset to have lost you - I was blessed and fortunate enough to have you in my life as my godfather, my mentor and a member of my family. I am so angry you were taken away from us - there is now a void where you should be and I am still trying to come to terms with this. To say this is unfair is an understatement.
You were an incredible person and seeing all the memories and photos posted from your past further proves how important you were to everyone and their lives. You were there for all the ups and downs and remained a constant support.
When I was much younger and we visited you in Long Island I remember arguing with Morgan to sit in the front seat of your old school convertible (I think it was a fiat) as to me it was the coolest car I had ever seen. On the same visit you showed me my first episode of Top Gear which was the start of my education and appreciation for cars. A few years ago you sent me a book from your collection about Cricket and said we would one day go to Lord’s together - I am looking forward to the day I make it to a match and can understand the basics thanks to you. We went to some fabulous restaurants in London and I am so glad to have those fond memories to look back on. I have asked for a few books from your large collection for all the things I was hoping to learn with you - it’s not the same but at least using your books makes me feel like you are there and teaching me. I was also looking forward to you showing me how to drink Aquavit this summer as we planned at my 21st but maybe for our livers sake we dodged a bullet!
It always made me really happy to know that you kept any postcard I sent you on your fridge. I know due to the distance we weren’t able to see each other as much as we would have liked but sending you cards made it feel like you were apart of all my journeys. The last time we spoke was my birthday and I am sorry we did not speak for longer. We were trying to speak more over the coming weeks and kept missing each other. I am so sorry. I know you would say we can’t live life saying “what if” or “if I had known” but I am sure like everyone else, I would do anything to have one last conversation.
Your passing is a reminder that time is precious and every moment counts. We need to make the most of our time and our loved ones. I promise you I will do this. I also promise to go to Paris as we planned a decade ago to learn more about wine and from the last time we saw each other in person to not to get into the habit of smoking cigars (was only ever on special occasions).
I miss you and love you so much. You are incredibly missed and the world didn’t deserve to lose you. Rest in peace Uncle Stuart - I am toasting a glass of champagne to you in the beautiful coupe glasses you gave me.
As you would sign your emails, XO to you too
Alexa
I have been trying to think about what to write for the past month and every time I start crying and freeze. I am still overcome with so much sadness and anger. I am so upset to have lost you - I was blessed and fortunate enough to have you in my life as my godfather, my mentor and a member of my family. I am so angry you were taken away from us - there is now a void where you should be and I am still trying to come to terms with this. To say this is unfair is an understatement.
You were an incredible person and seeing all the memories and photos posted from your past further proves how important you were to everyone and their lives. You were there for all the ups and downs and remained a constant support.
When I was much younger and we visited you in Long Island I remember arguing with Morgan to sit in the front seat of your old school convertible (I think it was a fiat) as to me it was the coolest car I had ever seen. On the same visit you showed me my first episode of Top Gear which was the start of my education and appreciation for cars. A few years ago you sent me a book from your collection about Cricket and said we would one day go to Lord’s together - I am looking forward to the day I make it to a match and can understand the basics thanks to you. We went to some fabulous restaurants in London and I am so glad to have those fond memories to look back on. I have asked for a few books from your large collection for all the things I was hoping to learn with you - it’s not the same but at least using your books makes me feel like you are there and teaching me. I was also looking forward to you showing me how to drink Aquavit this summer as we planned at my 21st but maybe for our livers sake we dodged a bullet!
It always made me really happy to know that you kept any postcard I sent you on your fridge. I know due to the distance we weren’t able to see each other as much as we would have liked but sending you cards made it feel like you were apart of all my journeys. The last time we spoke was my birthday and I am sorry we did not speak for longer. We were trying to speak more over the coming weeks and kept missing each other. I am so sorry. I know you would say we can’t live life saying “what if” or “if I had known” but I am sure like everyone else, I would do anything to have one last conversation.
Your passing is a reminder that time is precious and every moment counts. We need to make the most of our time and our loved ones. I promise you I will do this. I also promise to go to Paris as we planned a decade ago to learn more about wine and from the last time we saw each other in person to not to get into the habit of smoking cigars (was only ever on special occasions).
I miss you and love you so much. You are incredibly missed and the world didn’t deserve to lose you. Rest in peace Uncle Stuart - I am toasting a glass of champagne to you in the beautiful coupe glasses you gave me.
As you would sign your emails, XO to you too
Alexa
"To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
To our beloved friend, Stuart.
One of the most successful men I have ever met.
This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
To our beloved friend, Stuart.
One of the most successful men I have ever met.
Stuart became a piece of my life in the 1980's through the First Wednesday of the Month Club. Not surprisingly, Stuart was our Chairman.
The "FWOMC" met for 10+ years and was the petri dish for some very special relationships. It apparently was noteworthy enough to merit a NY Times article in March 1997.
While the article opened and closed with quotes from our Chairman, I'm drawn to another Stuart quote in the text's center: "I can play for just one day even though I have to be a grown-up tomorrow".
In the video of Stuart's toast at his goddaughter's 18th birthday, he closes with the importance of forging relationships. I added exerpts from the NYT article in the "Stories" section because to me it shines as proof of Stuart's ability to forge relationships.
I hold fast my relationship with Stuart. He's a strong leader, a good friend, and a lot of fun.
Prost.
The "FWOMC" met for 10+ years and was the petri dish for some very special relationships. It apparently was noteworthy enough to merit a NY Times article in March 1997.
While the article opened and closed with quotes from our Chairman, I'm drawn to another Stuart quote in the text's center: "I can play for just one day even though I have to be a grown-up tomorrow".
In the video of Stuart's toast at his goddaughter's 18th birthday, he closes with the importance of forging relationships. I added exerpts from the NYT article in the "Stories" section because to me it shines as proof of Stuart's ability to forge relationships.
I hold fast my relationship with Stuart. He's a strong leader, a good friend, and a lot of fun.
Prost.
I have managed only a small poem about our quirky friend, his love of the sea and the surreal nature of, well, everything.
He Loved the Night
rabbits
rabbits everywhere
my legs won’t flex or straighten
stingrays sweep and swirl
stirring up ocean excrement
sun falls and stains the shifting sands
hard to imagine he’s gone
in his pink sun hat
who’s to judge
a bunny, a dove, an eagle
water teeming, crowded with life
blues tans yellows greens
no reds nor oranges
my legs can bend again
long ago rabbits on the green - he hated them
I kneel perfectly on the beach
my feet tucked under my bottom
by light of the moon and stars
hatchling Golden Thread turtles
graze my knees
tunnel to the sea
He Loved the Night
rabbits
rabbits everywhere
my legs won’t flex or straighten
stingrays sweep and swirl
stirring up ocean excrement
sun falls and stains the shifting sands
hard to imagine he’s gone
in his pink sun hat
who’s to judge
a bunny, a dove, an eagle
water teeming, crowded with life
blues tans yellows greens
no reds nor oranges
my legs can bend again
long ago rabbits on the green - he hated them
I kneel perfectly on the beach
my feet tucked under my bottom
by light of the moon and stars
hatchling Golden Thread turtles
graze my knees
tunnel to the sea
My first proper encounter with Stuart came 2-3 days after our arrival at Christ Church in October 1977. Leaving Hall after dinner, I fell into company with Stuart who pronounced that not only was the food just served unfit for human consumption, but would not again be consumed by him. Stuart was as good as his word, never ate another ordinary meal in College, and subsequently organized his eating around supplies of fillet steak kept unusually in those days in a personal fridge in his room, and developed what was to be a long-standing relationship with a small, but excellent French bistrot within convenient walking distance of the House. On the way back for a drink in his room that evening, I recognized the piece that Stuart was humming to himself - one of his favourite Beethoven compositions, the cavatina from the opus 130 string quartet. The shared enthusiasm for Beethoven - and Handel - kicked off the first of many, many, long conversations wih Stuart, covering every conceivable topic - all of which Stuart, amazingly, would have views about, which he would assert and defend with facility and conviction - and a great deal of friendly teasing of his opponents.
I saw less of him after he graduated and established himself in the States, but it was one of those rare and remarkable friendships where it didn't matter how many years had elapsed since the previous meeting, it was always the case that we picked up the threads of the last conversation as if it had been the day before. Largely because of Stuart's remarkably retentive memory, and his genuine and warm interest in the personalities and thinking, preferences and foibles of his friends, he had that great ability to rekindle a friendship within moments of re-encounter.
I had assumed that our friendship would continue for many more years, and will feel Stuart's loss deeply. RIP, old and dear friend.
I saw less of him after he graduated and established himself in the States, but it was one of those rare and remarkable friendships where it didn't matter how many years had elapsed since the previous meeting, it was always the case that we picked up the threads of the last conversation as if it had been the day before. Largely because of Stuart's remarkably retentive memory, and his genuine and warm interest in the personalities and thinking, preferences and foibles of his friends, he had that great ability to rekindle a friendship within moments of re-encounter.
I had assumed that our friendship would continue for many more years, and will feel Stuart's loss deeply. RIP, old and dear friend.
I didn’t know Stuart very well or for very long time, but instinctively liked him on sight. He came over as kind, absolutely genuine and highly intelligent!
At my 70th birthday party we sat him next to a friend who had been a top Times financial and later general correspondent. Her comment to me later was that she had never talked to anyone who knew so much about any given subject but had come over as such a nice unassuming person. She is not a person easily impressed!
Every year our first Christmas card was from Stuart. I just can’t express how much we will miss him.
Goodbye and God bless.
At my 70th birthday party we sat him next to a friend who had been a top Times financial and later general correspondent. Her comment to me later was that she had never talked to anyone who knew so much about any given subject but had come over as such a nice unassuming person. She is not a person easily impressed!
Every year our first Christmas card was from Stuart. I just can’t express how much we will miss him.
Goodbye and God bless.
Stuart was that rarest of men, deeply humble, impossibly funny and sincerely caring. I was unimaginably fortunate to have reconnected with him after more than a decade, (perhaps longer than that,) only days before his untimely passing. We spent hours on the phone catching up and still had only barely scratched the surface. And, as with such authentic friends as he, it felt as if we had never missed a beat.
I cannot help but feel that it was just like Stuart to make sure to say goodbye before leaving this life. How grateful I will always be for that one last visit. RIP my dear friend... until we meet again.
I cannot help but feel that it was just like Stuart to make sure to say goodbye before leaving this life. How grateful I will always be for that one last visit. RIP my dear friend... until we meet again.
To say that Stuart is irreplaceable doesn't even come close to how we all feel right now; his passing leaves a void that will never be filled.
Stuart and I first met virtually through business in 1997 when I was working for a marketing communications company and he was brought in as a financial consultant for a large project. Of course the first thing that struck me was that accent, as our communication at the time was via telephone and email. Then the "snail mail" as he would call it began ... the cards and postcards, magazine and newspaper clippings, tidbits of interest that Stuart was so adept at sending to his friends and loved ones - and yes, those envelopes with so much tape that it was nearly impossible to insert a letter opener.
Our friendship had its fair share of ups and downs over the years, but we always believed that a true friend is someone you keep. And Stuart was the truest of friends, a gentleman and a scholar, delightfully irreverent, generous, entertaining, thoughtful, punctual and a man of his word.
I've never met a straight man who knew more about women's fashion than Stuart; he would often tell me stories of accompanying his parents as a youth on buying trips and couture collection shows to Paris and Milan. He enjoyed shopping and had an impeccable eye for detail, form and good taste.
I began visiting Stuart when he moved to Palm Beach in 2008, and we explored South Beach, Vero Beach, Boca Raton and Delray Beach - with favorite restaurants in each locale. It was always a delight to dine with Stuart; he was the best dinner-date ever - a statement to which I am sure everyone here agrees.
It still seems unfathomable that Stuart departed so abruptly and unexpectedly. My heart mourns, and I send my deepest condolences to the Aarons-Leon family and all those that remember and love Stuart so well.
Stuart and I first met virtually through business in 1997 when I was working for a marketing communications company and he was brought in as a financial consultant for a large project. Of course the first thing that struck me was that accent, as our communication at the time was via telephone and email. Then the "snail mail" as he would call it began ... the cards and postcards, magazine and newspaper clippings, tidbits of interest that Stuart was so adept at sending to his friends and loved ones - and yes, those envelopes with so much tape that it was nearly impossible to insert a letter opener.
Our friendship had its fair share of ups and downs over the years, but we always believed that a true friend is someone you keep. And Stuart was the truest of friends, a gentleman and a scholar, delightfully irreverent, generous, entertaining, thoughtful, punctual and a man of his word.
I've never met a straight man who knew more about women's fashion than Stuart; he would often tell me stories of accompanying his parents as a youth on buying trips and couture collection shows to Paris and Milan. He enjoyed shopping and had an impeccable eye for detail, form and good taste.
I began visiting Stuart when he moved to Palm Beach in 2008, and we explored South Beach, Vero Beach, Boca Raton and Delray Beach - with favorite restaurants in each locale. It was always a delight to dine with Stuart; he was the best dinner-date ever - a statement to which I am sure everyone here agrees.
It still seems unfathomable that Stuart departed so abruptly and unexpectedly. My heart mourns, and I send my deepest condolences to the Aarons-Leon family and all those that remember and love Stuart so well.
As I think back on my time with Stuart, it seems that dinner is what we did most. Five hour dinners … followed by cocktails.
He was a singularly intelligent, sympathetic, convivial and entertaining dinner companion.
in between exchanging barbs with his favorite waiter — or debating with me the relative merits of the wine list — Stuart patiently and humorously imparted his impressively wide range of wisdom and knowledge. Always with a smile. Never pedantic or braggadocious.
On the handful of subjects I knew better than Stuart, he was genuinely interested in hearing me out. Although, he couldn’t resist the occasional needle, such as — Me: “In my humble opinion …” Stuart: “What? What? What was that word? I thought there was a word in there that I hadn’t heard you use before … I believe it began with an “h.”
Our dinners were fun. I can’t think of a single person who’s sense of humor I enjoyed more, nor of anybody who seemed to understand mine better.
For weeks after our dinners, Stuart would follow-up with emails linking to the topics of our discussions.
When I started writing adaptations of Shakespeare plays, Stuart searched his library for 10 or 15 books of analysis on Shakespeare, which he boxed up and mailed to me.
Stuart was the best companion and the best friend.
The Aarons family has my deepest sympathies for the loss of a unique gentleman.
He was a singularly intelligent, sympathetic, convivial and entertaining dinner companion.
in between exchanging barbs with his favorite waiter — or debating with me the relative merits of the wine list — Stuart patiently and humorously imparted his impressively wide range of wisdom and knowledge. Always with a smile. Never pedantic or braggadocious.
On the handful of subjects I knew better than Stuart, he was genuinely interested in hearing me out. Although, he couldn’t resist the occasional needle, such as — Me: “In my humble opinion …” Stuart: “What? What? What was that word? I thought there was a word in there that I hadn’t heard you use before … I believe it began with an “h.”
Our dinners were fun. I can’t think of a single person who’s sense of humor I enjoyed more, nor of anybody who seemed to understand mine better.
For weeks after our dinners, Stuart would follow-up with emails linking to the topics of our discussions.
When I started writing adaptations of Shakespeare plays, Stuart searched his library for 10 or 15 books of analysis on Shakespeare, which he boxed up and mailed to me.
Stuart was the best companion and the best friend.
The Aarons family has my deepest sympathies for the loss of a unique gentleman.
The loss of Stuart has left a large hole in my heart, as I imagine to be likewise for those who were blessed to have him be part of their lives. Not only do I wish I could have thanked him for being the greatest of friends to my father and later our entire family, but for being one of my most important mentors. His interest in me as a student of History and his encouragement in my pursuit of the law has shaped me in more ways than words could do justice. As I come to the close of my final year, I'm sad that I won't be able to celebrate with him in the traditional sense but I know he'll be smiling down at me. I don't believe that the hole that Stuart's loss has created could ever be filled, but I have reached satisfaction in knowing this because he was one of life's greatest treasures and unfortunately, gone way too soon. We were all so lucky to have experienced the joy, laughter and love that he provided - it's something I shall cherish forever.
I met Stuart in 1985 while working on opening the first Davidoff store in NYC, he was our banker and we all know he loved a good cigar. I worked with him and later for him and our friendship stayed strong. I moved to the Bay Area and soon after Stuart moved to San Francisco. I used to tease him that he moved because he missed me too much.
I will miss his voice, our long political "discussions", his birthday cards (without fail), the newspaper articles he sent on a regular basis, his sense of humor, his laugh and so much more. Most of all, I miss my best friend and will cherish the memories of him for the rest of my life.
My deepest and sincerest condolences to the Aarons - Leon family. May his memory be a blessing to you all.
I will miss his voice, our long political "discussions", his birthday cards (without fail), the newspaper articles he sent on a regular basis, his sense of humor, his laugh and so much more. Most of all, I miss my best friend and will cherish the memories of him for the rest of my life.
My deepest and sincerest condolences to the Aarons - Leon family. May his memory be a blessing to you all.
I met Stuart on our first day up at Oxford in 1977. The starting basis of our friendship was the entirely mutual decision NOT to share the digs we had been assigned - that probably would have been catastrophic. We dined and debated throughout our time at the House before locking ourselves away together for the final months to prepare for our exams. He knew how to work hard when it was truly unavoidable. I think I still have his notes on medieval peasantry - he was less than enthusiastic about the peasants as I recall - buried in my files.
I have one private and illustrative memory to share:
One summer night in the South of France I insisted that he join me on a long swim around the buoys guarding the approaches to the beach area in Cannes. He completed this with reasonable good grace and then spent our recovery time on the breakwater explaining to me how misinformed I was, as a product of a traditional C of E education, as to the historical figure of Jesus viewed from an educated Jewish perspective. I have always liked people who could make me think.
I chose him as my daughter’s godfather. We were debating politics and nutrition up until the day he died. I will miss him very much.
I have one private and illustrative memory to share:
One summer night in the South of France I insisted that he join me on a long swim around the buoys guarding the approaches to the beach area in Cannes. He completed this with reasonable good grace and then spent our recovery time on the breakwater explaining to me how misinformed I was, as a product of a traditional C of E education, as to the historical figure of Jesus viewed from an educated Jewish perspective. I have always liked people who could make me think.
I chose him as my daughter’s godfather. We were debating politics and nutrition up until the day he died. I will miss him very much.
My deepest condolences to the Aarons’ family.
I met Stuart several years ago in NY through my client and friend Israel Weinstock.
We became friends, met numerous times at business events, or met for meals. Dinner was best, since we both enjoyed our wine, Stuart mostly more than me!!!
I remember we always laughed...
We were supposed to meet this year in Florida, Stuart having moved there and my wife and I spending a few months nearby.... but that event never took place. I was in tears when I heard of his loss from Barbara, and I will always miss Stuart’s laugh!!! That will always remain my memory with a big smile.
Best
Ron
I met Stuart several years ago in NY through my client and friend Israel Weinstock.
We became friends, met numerous times at business events, or met for meals. Dinner was best, since we both enjoyed our wine, Stuart mostly more than me!!!
I remember we always laughed...
We were supposed to meet this year in Florida, Stuart having moved there and my wife and I spending a few months nearby.... but that event never took place. I was in tears when I heard of his loss from Barbara, and I will always miss Stuart’s laugh!!! That will always remain my memory with a big smile.
Best
Ron
The year is 1989 and I arrive in NYC at the age of 20 to spend a year living and working with my father, Harry. Little did I know what I was letting myself in for. His two best friends were Stuart and Euan (Harvie Watt) - 'The Three Amigos'. I don’t think I can remember a Sunday Brunch when we weren’t altogether. Euan (who lived directly above Harry, poor thing) and Stuart (who seemed to live next door) would arrive at noon for (several) jugs of Bloody Marys and then we would jump into a cab to one of the best brunch places in town. We were always the last to leave and I remember my face hurting from the laughter. Really some of the happiest memories of my life were with The Three Amigos. RIP dear Stuart, you are very much missed. PS: I love all the photos. Always a smile on his face and always a glass (or two) in his hand!
As others have mentioned before, there are far too many stories to share all on one page, a number of which are far better suited for sharing face-to-face with the proper imbibement providing the appropriate context and ambiance. Stuart and I met in San Francisco in the '90s when I was brought in to help him manage the chaos that had consumed Playnet Technologies. Upon our first meeting, one of us (I don't recall which) let fly a quote from a Monty Python sketch and the laughter that ensued could only be that of people who knew Python intimately enough to have instantly played out the entire sketch inside one's head. Stuart looked straight at me and said: "We are going to get on just fine. This project is hell (he used a more colorful metaphor) but we'll have some fun. " The next twenty some-odd years consisted of many working sessions that sometimes involved more wine than work, dinners at each others homes, dinners out, wine, cigars, magazine clippings, wine, business trips, introductions to new friends, wine, cocktails, a wedding, LOTS of laughing, and finally...more wine. Stuart was a man of sophistication and yet we often laughed as children do at the silliest of things. Any girlfriend I ever introduced to him, instantly adored him. The world is a little dimmer without his humor and that infectious laugh of his.
“Come and have a drink.” Those were more or less the first words Stuart said to me in our first term at Oxford. And so began more than 40 years of friendship and laughter over shared passions particularly football, cricket, music, films (Westerns!) and good food and wine. He was such a generous and caring man. So many stories to tell. I shall miss you Sir.
Stuart is such a light in so many people's life. Amazing giver of fun, love and life. He will be missed by so many.......if one of us says his name every day he will remain with us.
Stuart was a close friend for too short a time, as I first met him two and a half years ago at a dinner given by mutual friends; all of us residents of the Barclay. It was so easy to like and respect Stuart at that first get together, and we became friends immediately. My respect and appreciation of Stuart grew every day.
Stuart was the kindest person I met, and always so considerate of everyone. We shared a passion of history and world events and soon realized that during the work period of my life, we had mutual acquaintances. Stuart also had a deep interest and knowledge for great cheeses (e.g., Epoisses) and French baguettes which we shared. I treasure the books he gave me on cheeses, wines, and baguettes. I regret that I got to know him for such a short time.
I will miss you Stuart.
Stuart was the kindest person I met, and always so considerate of everyone. We shared a passion of history and world events and soon realized that during the work period of my life, we had mutual acquaintances. Stuart also had a deep interest and knowledge for great cheeses (e.g., Epoisses) and French baguettes which we shared. I treasure the books he gave me on cheeses, wines, and baguettes. I regret that I got to know him for such a short time.
I will miss you Stuart.
I met Stuart years ago at a house party in Wiltshire and we fell right into step. He had a wonderful sense of humor and was the friend you should never be seated next to on a serious occasion. I’m smiling as I write this, remembering those occasions.
Raising a glass and sending Stuart’s family and friends my condolences and my very best regards. Stuart will certainly be missed.
Rest In Peace you marvelous old so & so.
Raising a glass and sending Stuart’s family and friends my condolences and my very best regards. Stuart will certainly be missed.
Rest In Peace you marvelous old so & so.
"I'm not trying to be facetious, really I'm not,"
"mad I tell you, mad, the world's gone mad,"
"but at end of the day, who am I to complain?"
"mad I tell you, mad, the world's gone mad,"
"but at end of the day, who am I to complain?"
I have so many but let me start with one of the earliest. The first time I had the honour of enjoying Sunday lunch with him and his parents at their house in N. London, his father was in his usual chair reading the Sunday Telegraph. We discussed football rather quickly over some initial drinks. Lunch was soon served, the very fine fayre of smoked salmon, roast beef, Dom Perignon and some delicious red wine. Consumed with great alacrity by those present, I was still able to keep up with the conversation after lunch. The end of a very enjoyable time came with the immortal words from Stuart's father to Stuart--"your friend, he can come again".
I met Stuart when we were contemporaries at University and we stayed friends from then onwards. I will share a few stories but I remember when we were young, probably in our early 30s, talking about what we'd want our epitaphs to read. Stuart wanted
"I ordered a large cognac 20 minutes ago. I hope wherever I'm going, the service is better". I hope so too. RIP Stuart
"I ordered a large cognac 20 minutes ago. I hope wherever I'm going, the service is better". I hope so too. RIP Stuart
I was fortunate enough to meet Stuart through one of my businesses as our investment banker. Through a series of conversations at cocktail hour in California which was late in Palm Beach, we developed a friendship. It turned out we both had corporate experience working in real estate and finance. In this particular case it was Sandy Wyle. Stuart‘s company was one of our Investment partners when I first started in the real estate development business in Newport Beach. As we developed our professional and personal friendship I became acutely aware of Stuart’s intelligent, kindness and outstanding sense of humor. I even offered to fly to Palm Beach to buy Stuart dinner and a special bottle of French Burgundy.
Losing Stuart it’s like losing a piece of your body. You know it is gone, but you can still feel it.
Rest peacefully my friend.
Best, Jeff Potter ( California)
Losing Stuart it’s like losing a piece of your body. You know it is gone, but you can still feel it.
Rest peacefully my friend.
Best, Jeff Potter ( California)
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Stuart, Lance Corporal Dennis here. You will be pleased to know that many of your dearest comrades were in attendance at your favorite old NY club sharing many a tale of your vaunted exploits in the appropriate gentle ribbing you so efficaciously administered to all of us over the years. While it was fantastic to reconnect with several people not seen in quite a few years, New York City just wasn't quite the same experience in your absence. We boasted, roasted and toasted to your life. You are still sorely missed, my dear friend.
At a recent gathering of friends to celebrate Stuart's life, I shared this (jokingly irreverent) ditty in fondest memory of Stuart..
Our dearest, most beloved Stuart
has left us with a broken heart.
But tonight, we must not be too sad
and relish the joys that we’ve all had
with someone we called our dearest friend,
whose life came to an untimely end.
So, let’s remember what made us laugh
to serve as a happy epitaph.
We treasure with love his crazy traits
that made him a rare and special mate.
To say that Stuart was a tad obsessed
you’d have to start with his pristine nest.
On his fridge – postcards from everywhere:
from Capri, Spain to Tiananmen Square.
And IN his fridge – nothing to be found! …
an egg, smoked salmon, some coffee grounds
An ardent fan of beloved Spurs,
on weekend mornings he’d yell and curse.
A “sharpener” in hand, his mood would change
based on the goal score of Harry Kane.
Then if Spurs won and he felt groovy
he’d switch on Turner Classic Movies.
On modern films he was never hooked
and buried himself in a sea of books.
Rizolli books were another quirk.
They’d arrive as gifts just like clockwork!
In things high-tech he was NOT able
and often told me where to stick my cable!
His Jag was a matter of eminent pride
in which his dates would luxuriously ride.
He’d pass MaraLago, say hi to Trump,
then head back home for a rampant hump!
In Palm Beach, our Stuart was king
and no pretty girl escaped a fling.
Often to La Perla he would stray
To pick up some exquisite lingerie.
Romantic, charming and debonair,
he’d entice them back to his wild lair.
His marriage to Barb was a thing spectacular
specially for one who’s a confirmed bachelor!
So how did Stuart expand his girth?
A booze and food gene he gained from birth.
His father taught him to drink at six
and gorged him on foie gras till he was sick.
We both saw food and had to try it,
then succumbed to endless, relentless diets!
We wagered on who could lose most weight;
But he never got to clear his slate!
These and more treasured memories we love.
And Stuart, as you look down on us from above,
We say: “We miss you, you’re in our hearts.
We can hardly bear to be apart”.
There’ll never be a friend like you
An Oxford-educated Episca-Jew!
So screw you for having predeceased,
But may you forever rest in peace.
Our dearest, most beloved Stuart
has left us with a broken heart.
But tonight, we must not be too sad
and relish the joys that we’ve all had
with someone we called our dearest friend,
whose life came to an untimely end.
So, let’s remember what made us laugh
to serve as a happy epitaph.
We treasure with love his crazy traits
that made him a rare and special mate.
To say that Stuart was a tad obsessed
you’d have to start with his pristine nest.
On his fridge – postcards from everywhere:
from Capri, Spain to Tiananmen Square.
And IN his fridge – nothing to be found! …
an egg, smoked salmon, some coffee grounds
An ardent fan of beloved Spurs,
on weekend mornings he’d yell and curse.
A “sharpener” in hand, his mood would change
based on the goal score of Harry Kane.
Then if Spurs won and he felt groovy
he’d switch on Turner Classic Movies.
On modern films he was never hooked
and buried himself in a sea of books.
Rizolli books were another quirk.
They’d arrive as gifts just like clockwork!
In things high-tech he was NOT able
and often told me where to stick my cable!
His Jag was a matter of eminent pride
in which his dates would luxuriously ride.
He’d pass MaraLago, say hi to Trump,
then head back home for a rampant hump!
In Palm Beach, our Stuart was king
and no pretty girl escaped a fling.
Often to La Perla he would stray
To pick up some exquisite lingerie.
Romantic, charming and debonair,
he’d entice them back to his wild lair.
His marriage to Barb was a thing spectacular
specially for one who’s a confirmed bachelor!
So how did Stuart expand his girth?
A booze and food gene he gained from birth.
His father taught him to drink at six
and gorged him on foie gras till he was sick.
We both saw food and had to try it,
then succumbed to endless, relentless diets!
We wagered on who could lose most weight;
But he never got to clear his slate!
These and more treasured memories we love.
And Stuart, as you look down on us from above,
We say: “We miss you, you’re in our hearts.
We can hardly bear to be apart”.
There’ll never be a friend like you
An Oxford-educated Episca-Jew!
So screw you for having predeceased,
But may you forever rest in peace.
Gallery
From Emanuela and Jamie Gerard's wedding (taken in Paris) - Stuart, Barbara and Jennifer
Stuart interred at pretty floral garden at the Hoop Lane Garden of Rest
Our dear friend Stuart's final resting place in London. RIP, dear friend
Riserva 2008
Camera in hand, as usual
at Vanessa's opening, late 1980s, lower east side
at an art opening in the late 80s on the lower east side
A small collection of cards and clippings, remembering you, dear Stuart, on your birthday. ❤️
Viva Las Vegas
his Life
As we all know , football was one of Stuart's greatest loves. His favourite team, God help him, was Tottenham Hotspur, otherwise known as Spurs. I know he would have had a lot to say about the fact that they have been unable to find another manager for two months since the last full time manager was sacked, a certain Jose MOURINHO.
With the advent of the new footy season upon us, August 2021, he would have been getting twitchy feet. Even twitchier when the first lot of fixtures were announced for the weekend of the 14th August. None so tough as their first match, against the champions from last season MANCHESTER CITY.
The usual bets would have been going back and forth. We shall miss our endless email commentaries of VAR, bad refereeing, petulant players and "unfair" results. Despite all this, it is only a sport and may the best team be at the top come May 2022.
With the advent of the new footy season upon us, August 2021, he would have been getting twitchy feet. Even twitchier when the first lot of fixtures were announced for the weekend of the 14th August. None so tough as their first match, against the champions from last season MANCHESTER CITY.
The usual bets would have been going back and forth. We shall miss our endless email commentaries of VAR, bad refereeing, petulant players and "unfair" results. Despite all this, it is only a sport and may the best team be at the top come May 2022.
Obituary Posted by James Gerard at the Union Club, New York (at which Stuart was a longtime member)
IN MEMORIAM
Stuart Daniel Aarons (November 9, 1958 – March 7, 2021)
Union Club member Stuart Daniel Aarons passed away on the 7th of March 2021 in Palm Beach, Florida, where he had been living for the past several years. Stuart Aarons was elected to membership in 1994 and was a Union Club member for 27 years. A man of great charm, wit, and intelligence, Stuart will be missed by his many friends on both sides of the Atlantic.
Born on the 9th of November 1958 in London, England to Fay and the late Charles Aarons, Stuart graduated from the University College School (London) in 1977. Stuart won a place at Christ Church, Oxford to study Modern History. From the outset, he relished his tutorials, honing his debating skills and displaying, as one amused tutor drily noted, a remarkable ability to make the most of limited information. In recognition of his keen intellect, he was awarded an Exhibition at the end of his first year and went on to graduate in 1980 with a strong second and a lifelong devotion to the college. Naturally outgoing and gregarious, Stuart made many friends at Oxford who shared his love of good food, good wine, and good conversation, often into the wee hours of the night.
Shortly thereafter, he set out for “fame and fortune” by joining the executive training program at Chemical Bank in New York City. By this point, he was gaining friends and acquaintances fast and furiously, both British and American. His career took him to the Boston Private Bank, Bankers Trust, and then a series of more entrepreneurial stabs where he became an M&A advisor to different gaming and biopharma situations. First, in San Francisco, then back to New York City, and then, Palm Beach. When in New York, Stuart found the love of his life, Barbara Close, and they were married from 2003 to 2008, during which time he was occasionally spotted mowing their East Hampton garden while smoking a fine cigar.
Stuart loved history, classical music (Beethoven most of all), great wines and cuisine. Sunday mornings were devoted to watching his favorite UK soccer team, Tottenham Hotspurs, on television; no phone calls could disturb him then. He was equally fond of Formula I races and James Bond movies.
Stuart joined the Union Club in 1994, and, having grown allergic to the gym and squash courts, found himself more at home in one of the big leather chairs of the Club’s Library with a glass of port in hand. At other times, he loved to entertain at one of the corner tables in either the East Room or Main Dining Room. Often, he would sneak into the Club’s wine cellars for a “look”. Most of all, Stuart was proud of his long-standing membership in the “mother of clubs”, for which he will be greatly missed.
Stuart Daniel Aarons (November 9, 1958 – March 7, 2021)
Union Club member Stuart Daniel Aarons passed away on the 7th of March 2021 in Palm Beach, Florida, where he had been living for the past several years. Stuart Aarons was elected to membership in 1994 and was a Union Club member for 27 years. A man of great charm, wit, and intelligence, Stuart will be missed by his many friends on both sides of the Atlantic.
Born on the 9th of November 1958 in London, England to Fay and the late Charles Aarons, Stuart graduated from the University College School (London) in 1977. Stuart won a place at Christ Church, Oxford to study Modern History. From the outset, he relished his tutorials, honing his debating skills and displaying, as one amused tutor drily noted, a remarkable ability to make the most of limited information. In recognition of his keen intellect, he was awarded an Exhibition at the end of his first year and went on to graduate in 1980 with a strong second and a lifelong devotion to the college. Naturally outgoing and gregarious, Stuart made many friends at Oxford who shared his love of good food, good wine, and good conversation, often into the wee hours of the night.
Shortly thereafter, he set out for “fame and fortune” by joining the executive training program at Chemical Bank in New York City. By this point, he was gaining friends and acquaintances fast and furiously, both British and American. His career took him to the Boston Private Bank, Bankers Trust, and then a series of more entrepreneurial stabs where he became an M&A advisor to different gaming and biopharma situations. First, in San Francisco, then back to New York City, and then, Palm Beach. When in New York, Stuart found the love of his life, Barbara Close, and they were married from 2003 to 2008, during which time he was occasionally spotted mowing their East Hampton garden while smoking a fine cigar.
Stuart loved history, classical music (Beethoven most of all), great wines and cuisine. Sunday mornings were devoted to watching his favorite UK soccer team, Tottenham Hotspurs, on television; no phone calls could disturb him then. He was equally fond of Formula I races and James Bond movies.
Stuart joined the Union Club in 1994, and, having grown allergic to the gym and squash courts, found himself more at home in one of the big leather chairs of the Club’s Library with a glass of port in hand. At other times, he loved to entertain at one of the corner tables in either the East Room or Main Dining Room. Often, he would sneak into the Club’s wine cellars for a “look”. Most of all, Stuart was proud of his long-standing membership in the “mother of clubs”, for which he will be greatly missed.
A Roasting Ditty for Stuart's Stag Party
Assembled as we were at Keen's Chophouse in New York, a group of Stuart's mates bade him farewell to his life as a footloose and fiancee-free gallivanter. Here was my contribution (with apologies for any bad taste! The reference to prior dating is purely ficticious - with a few exceptions :-) )
He's getting married, is Mr. Aarons
Son of his proud and worried parents,
Who always thought that he might be gay
Since it seemed remote - that wedding day.
But a life of booze and Havana smokes
And wearing slippers quite bespoke
Did not dull his search for a pukka spouse
Who appeared in the form of Barbara Close.
Poor thing, she knows not what's in store:
Cigar smoke, Eau Sauvage, and books galore -
lf she were smart she'd call Regina
(Pronounced by Stuart as if "vagina")
To find out what he's really like -
Our Talmud-trained, most learn-ed type.
She'd find out what we already know,
That he's a good-for-nothing so-and-so.
To prove this point with facts abundant
We have to start in good ol' London.
His father taught him to drink at six
And gorged him on foie gras till he was sick.
He bought and sold, bobbed and weaved
And a place at Oxford somehow achieved.
And that produced a yen to hanker
To succeed in life as a private banker.
At last at Chemical he found his niche:
To impress the mass of nouveau riche,
To aspire to heights of high society,
And forego his training in Jewish piety.
This seemed to him like being ln heaven
Compared to dealing with that bastard Levin.
But bigger things were on his plate
Before he would settle and find a mate.
His dates comprised a wondrous crew
Muslims, gypsies and Episca-Jews!
None of them could be called good lookers
ln fact a few could double as hookers.
ln public he failed to present the batch ...
Claimed he was always on an "away" match.
His mother, poor thing, would get morose
ln fear that he'd get some lethal dose.
Around then he realized that he'd have to diet;
A ritual he loathed, but was forced to try it.
His weight had gotten to be quite risky
To the point where he was forced to give up whisky.
His closets contain suits in all sizes,
A veritable source of Halloween disguises.
He came to realize that if he gave up cream
He'd eventually find the girl of his dreams.
On politics, he's to the right of Attila the Hun
And believes that diplomacy begins with a gun.
He'd settle the Middle East war in a stroke -
By ridding the world of all Arabic folk.
Of military strategies and plans he's a buff
But seeing him in combat would test out his stuff
For as we all know, our Stuart can talk
And by talking it's easy to be a great hawk.
So now nears the day when our boy will be wed.
"A day that won't happen", as everyone said.
So light up your stogies and fill up your glass
To Stuart's induction to the "Upper Class".
Let's wish him well, and toast "Cheers, Cheers"
And say a thank you to best man Piers.
We wish you a life of joy and bliss
And hope you realize that I was just taking the piss!
Mazeltov! And all best wishes - Tony Brown - March 22, 2003
He's getting married, is Mr. Aarons
Son of his proud and worried parents,
Who always thought that he might be gay
Since it seemed remote - that wedding day.
But a life of booze and Havana smokes
And wearing slippers quite bespoke
Did not dull his search for a pukka spouse
Who appeared in the form of Barbara Close.
Poor thing, she knows not what's in store:
Cigar smoke, Eau Sauvage, and books galore -
lf she were smart she'd call Regina
(Pronounced by Stuart as if "vagina")
To find out what he's really like -
Our Talmud-trained, most learn-ed type.
She'd find out what we already know,
That he's a good-for-nothing so-and-so.
To prove this point with facts abundant
We have to start in good ol' London.
His father taught him to drink at six
And gorged him on foie gras till he was sick.
He bought and sold, bobbed and weaved
And a place at Oxford somehow achieved.
And that produced a yen to hanker
To succeed in life as a private banker.
At last at Chemical he found his niche:
To impress the mass of nouveau riche,
To aspire to heights of high society,
And forego his training in Jewish piety.
This seemed to him like being ln heaven
Compared to dealing with that bastard Levin.
But bigger things were on his plate
Before he would settle and find a mate.
His dates comprised a wondrous crew
Muslims, gypsies and Episca-Jews!
None of them could be called good lookers
ln fact a few could double as hookers.
ln public he failed to present the batch ...
Claimed he was always on an "away" match.
His mother, poor thing, would get morose
ln fear that he'd get some lethal dose.
Around then he realized that he'd have to diet;
A ritual he loathed, but was forced to try it.
His weight had gotten to be quite risky
To the point where he was forced to give up whisky.
His closets contain suits in all sizes,
A veritable source of Halloween disguises.
He came to realize that if he gave up cream
He'd eventually find the girl of his dreams.
On politics, he's to the right of Attila the Hun
And believes that diplomacy begins with a gun.
He'd settle the Middle East war in a stroke -
By ridding the world of all Arabic folk.
Of military strategies and plans he's a buff
But seeing him in combat would test out his stuff
For as we all know, our Stuart can talk
And by talking it's easy to be a great hawk.
So now nears the day when our boy will be wed.
"A day that won't happen", as everyone said.
So light up your stogies and fill up your glass
To Stuart's induction to the "Upper Class".
Let's wish him well, and toast "Cheers, Cheers"
And say a thank you to best man Piers.
We wish you a life of joy and bliss
And hope you realize that I was just taking the piss!
Mazeltov! And all best wishes - Tony Brown - March 22, 2003
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Stuart
Children, Children, how many time My wife Donna and myself always think of Stuart whether at Dinner or staying overnight at our home from great dinners at Capital Grill in Ft. Lauderdale, or in a midst of deal would here one of us. Saying those forever cherished words.
we miss and think of him so ver often.
R.I.P. Our beloved friend
we miss and think of him so ver often.
R.I.P. Our beloved friend
A Half-Century of Friendship
FUNNY, KIND, LOYAL, FUNNY, DEPENDABLE, CARING, FUNNY, INTELLIGENT, HONEST, FUNNY, CHARMING, LOVEABLE AND …FUNNY. THIS IS HOW I REMEMBER STUART.
I first met Stuart in September 1971 when he was 12 and I was 13. We had both just enrolled at University College School in Hampstead to start the last 5 years of our school education and were seated opposite each other in our class’s horseshoe shaped seating arrangement. If it were not for that arrangement we may never have become the closest of friends; a couple of weeks into the term and in the middle of a class, I caught Stuart looking straight across at me at which point he gave me a warm, friendly smile. That was how a friendship of half a century started. For no reason I can recall, he gave me that warm smile of his and the rest, as they say, is history.
During those 5 years at senior school, Stuart and I were virtually inseparable and were a great support for each other. We understood each other perfectly and could communicate with just a glance to the other. I especially appreciated his sense of humour and he would make me laugh uncontrollably with his witty comments on anyone who crossed our path. It’s as though he had his finger on a button and could press it to make me laugh whenever he wanted and he knew it. As one would expect, the laughter was reflective and invariably he would also descend into a fit of giggling. In effect, he knew how to make himself laugh.
One instance which I particularly remember was going to the cinema to see the movie ‘’The Party’’ starring Peter Sellers. His running commentary on the catalogue of mishaps Sellers found himself in brought me down to the floor with unmanageable laughter which in turn brought him similarly down on the floor - ‘’…and all because he wanted to visit the khazi…’’ was his utterance which really got me (you’ll have to see the film to understand this and by way of a hint: khazi is an old cockney word for toilet).
Apart from humour, Stuart and I found ourselves holding very similar views on many subjects, especially politics and world affairs. One of his views I was shocked by though (this was the mid-seventies after all and we were still teenagers) was his not wishing to ever get married or have children. We argued about it but to no avail. He’d made up his mind and more or less he stuck to that path in life.
Similarly, he was the only boy in our year who was into classical music whilst the rest of us were into more modern stuff. Not to be expected of a teenager but he proudly renounced the whole pop scene. Whilst I never went deeply into classical music, I did begin to appreciate some of it and that is entirely down to Stuart’s influence.
Once we both got our driving licenses we would spend even more time together, driving to get take away meals – often salt beef sandwiches and latkes - during school lunch breaks and sampling the joys of London on weekends. Stuart, as all who knew him will testify, was a great connoisseur of food and wine and he definitely widened my culinary, not to mention alcoholic, experiences. He could handle alcohol like no one I knew of our age, although he at times would overdo it.
When we graduated from school and Stuart got accepted to study history at Oxford, we maintained our friendship but of course it was limited mainly to those weekends when he would drive back to London. We did a few overseas trips together, most notably to the US in 1976. It was clear even then how much he admired the country and that it was his ambition to move there at the earliest opportunity – which he did after completing university.
In 1979 we travelled to Israel and amongst other things we joined a 3-day organized tour to the Sinai desert which culminated with an overnight stay at the isolated and ancient Santa Katerina monastery at the foot of Mount Sinai and a 4 AM start to a hard climb to the top of the famed mountain.
By this point in our lives, we were both enthusiastic amateur photographers with at least a couple of Canon SLR cameras each and a bevy of lenses to go with them. In addition, Stuart had also invested in a Canon motor-drive for his F-1 camera. It was a solid piece of L-shaped kit, and must have weighed around 2 kilos.
An amusing story: The night we slept at the monastery, we were fortunate enough to have a small bedroom to ourselves at the top of the building in contrast to all our fellow tourists who slept in a large dormitory on a lower floor. We had been served dinner by the Bedouin Arab workers who outnumbered the monks by 3 to 1, and were invited to retire to our rooms by 10 pm by which time the generators were to be switched off and all the lights would go out. Stuart and I were worried about our safety due to the poverty of the Bedouin, the lack of a lock on the door to our room and of course the total blackout. Stuart’s solution? He would position his bed behind the door and sleep with his motor-drive by his side. Any uninvited guest would be ‘’konjicked’’ – Stuart’s term for a whack to the head. I felt much safer
With Stuart’s move to the United States post university, our friendship had to be managed from long distance and in those days there was no WhatsApp, Skype or even email. It wasn’t easy and we did our best with letters, post-cards and the occasional phone call, but naturally and with time we grew apart and that was sad. I visited the States a few times always making sure to stop off in whatever city Stuart was residing, but mostly we would meet up on Stuart’s much more frequent visits back to London. Though geographically distant, we stayed close friends, and in recent years we would converse daily with emails (but to my regret not enough with actual phone calls) and other messaging. He was always available and heard me out with much patience most notably on the numerous long-distance calls we had whilst I was going through a difficult period around 15 years ago.
I am missing and will continue to miss Stuart tremendously. He was a big part of my life and was very influential in the development of my identity as an adolescent. I was very fortunate to have had such a friend. As I read the testimonies of others on this site, I see that he was a blessing to all who knew him and it’s clear that there were many.
I could carry on writing but don’t wish to be a bore so I will just finish off, with tears in my eyes….Goodbye Stuart, my very good friend. You will remain in my thoughts for as long as I live and will always hold a very special place in my heart.
I first met Stuart in September 1971 when he was 12 and I was 13. We had both just enrolled at University College School in Hampstead to start the last 5 years of our school education and were seated opposite each other in our class’s horseshoe shaped seating arrangement. If it were not for that arrangement we may never have become the closest of friends; a couple of weeks into the term and in the middle of a class, I caught Stuart looking straight across at me at which point he gave me a warm, friendly smile. That was how a friendship of half a century started. For no reason I can recall, he gave me that warm smile of his and the rest, as they say, is history.
During those 5 years at senior school, Stuart and I were virtually inseparable and were a great support for each other. We understood each other perfectly and could communicate with just a glance to the other. I especially appreciated his sense of humour and he would make me laugh uncontrollably with his witty comments on anyone who crossed our path. It’s as though he had his finger on a button and could press it to make me laugh whenever he wanted and he knew it. As one would expect, the laughter was reflective and invariably he would also descend into a fit of giggling. In effect, he knew how to make himself laugh.
One instance which I particularly remember was going to the cinema to see the movie ‘’The Party’’ starring Peter Sellers. His running commentary on the catalogue of mishaps Sellers found himself in brought me down to the floor with unmanageable laughter which in turn brought him similarly down on the floor - ‘’…and all because he wanted to visit the khazi…’’ was his utterance which really got me (you’ll have to see the film to understand this and by way of a hint: khazi is an old cockney word for toilet).
Apart from humour, Stuart and I found ourselves holding very similar views on many subjects, especially politics and world affairs. One of his views I was shocked by though (this was the mid-seventies after all and we were still teenagers) was his not wishing to ever get married or have children. We argued about it but to no avail. He’d made up his mind and more or less he stuck to that path in life.
Similarly, he was the only boy in our year who was into classical music whilst the rest of us were into more modern stuff. Not to be expected of a teenager but he proudly renounced the whole pop scene. Whilst I never went deeply into classical music, I did begin to appreciate some of it and that is entirely down to Stuart’s influence.
Once we both got our driving licenses we would spend even more time together, driving to get take away meals – often salt beef sandwiches and latkes - during school lunch breaks and sampling the joys of London on weekends. Stuart, as all who knew him will testify, was a great connoisseur of food and wine and he definitely widened my culinary, not to mention alcoholic, experiences. He could handle alcohol like no one I knew of our age, although he at times would overdo it.
When we graduated from school and Stuart got accepted to study history at Oxford, we maintained our friendship but of course it was limited mainly to those weekends when he would drive back to London. We did a few overseas trips together, most notably to the US in 1976. It was clear even then how much he admired the country and that it was his ambition to move there at the earliest opportunity – which he did after completing university.
In 1979 we travelled to Israel and amongst other things we joined a 3-day organized tour to the Sinai desert which culminated with an overnight stay at the isolated and ancient Santa Katerina monastery at the foot of Mount Sinai and a 4 AM start to a hard climb to the top of the famed mountain.
By this point in our lives, we were both enthusiastic amateur photographers with at least a couple of Canon SLR cameras each and a bevy of lenses to go with them. In addition, Stuart had also invested in a Canon motor-drive for his F-1 camera. It was a solid piece of L-shaped kit, and must have weighed around 2 kilos.
An amusing story: The night we slept at the monastery, we were fortunate enough to have a small bedroom to ourselves at the top of the building in contrast to all our fellow tourists who slept in a large dormitory on a lower floor. We had been served dinner by the Bedouin Arab workers who outnumbered the monks by 3 to 1, and were invited to retire to our rooms by 10 pm by which time the generators were to be switched off and all the lights would go out. Stuart and I were worried about our safety due to the poverty of the Bedouin, the lack of a lock on the door to our room and of course the total blackout. Stuart’s solution? He would position his bed behind the door and sleep with his motor-drive by his side. Any uninvited guest would be ‘’konjicked’’ – Stuart’s term for a whack to the head. I felt much safer
With Stuart’s move to the United States post university, our friendship had to be managed from long distance and in those days there was no WhatsApp, Skype or even email. It wasn’t easy and we did our best with letters, post-cards and the occasional phone call, but naturally and with time we grew apart and that was sad. I visited the States a few times always making sure to stop off in whatever city Stuart was residing, but mostly we would meet up on Stuart’s much more frequent visits back to London. Though geographically distant, we stayed close friends, and in recent years we would converse daily with emails (but to my regret not enough with actual phone calls) and other messaging. He was always available and heard me out with much patience most notably on the numerous long-distance calls we had whilst I was going through a difficult period around 15 years ago.
I am missing and will continue to miss Stuart tremendously. He was a big part of my life and was very influential in the development of my identity as an adolescent. I was very fortunate to have had such a friend. As I read the testimonies of others on this site, I see that he was a blessing to all who knew him and it’s clear that there were many.
I could carry on writing but don’t wish to be a bore so I will just finish off, with tears in my eyes….Goodbye Stuart, my very good friend. You will remain in my thoughts for as long as I live and will always hold a very special place in my heart.
A different Christmas
My dear friend,
This year has been one of major upheaval and you have chosen to avoid it, how sensible! This Christmas however your presence has been sorely missed. William and I celebrated together and drank your health on many an occasion, and also have been watching the preordained number of footy matches (will not advise the results!). You will also be pleased to know that we opened the last bottle of vino we bought together, a rather grand Rioja of which William approved greatly.
Forever missed, chum!
This year has been one of major upheaval and you have chosen to avoid it, how sensible! This Christmas however your presence has been sorely missed. William and I celebrated together and drank your health on many an occasion, and also have been watching the preordained number of footy matches (will not advise the results!). You will also be pleased to know that we opened the last bottle of vino we bought together, a rather grand Rioja of which William approved greatly.
Forever missed, chum!