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The Lances posted a condolence
The Lances and Markys were “family” long before either Alan or Dean was born, and so from their earliest years, the two of them spent every summer at the lake, growing up together and sharing boyhood adventures.
For many years after I joined the family, and then when our boys came along, we made a special point to spend a week each year at the lake, where Dean went above and beyond to take us out on the boat, grill fabulous food, and whip up his notorious blue margaritas.
Life moves us along, and too soon we were unable to continue the tradition. I remember the first year we couldn’t make it, and Jeff (who is usually very low key), was furious with us—those vacations meant so much to him, and to all of us.
Dean’s place in our lives became evident again, when Peter dazzled us with his third-grade project—a magazine called “Speeding Bullet, the Gun Magazine.” It featured an interview with “famous gun collector, Dean Marky,” and a photograph of the two of them at the firing range. It had articles, editorials, and advertisements, and a bumper sticker contest that invited readers to submit slogans, such as “It’s better to have a gun and not need it, than to need a gun and not have it.” Sound familiar?
I am glad Sandy and Sue mentioned Dean’s attention to safety, even though I’m sure we’ve all had moments where it seemed it bit extreme. But allow me one more anecdote, which I imagine all of the Lances and Markys already know. Alan and Dean were fairly young when, together, they completed their diving training and certification. One summer, diving together at “the rock,” Alan’s tank ran out of oxygen. Alan swam to Dean, grabbed the mouthpiece from him and took a big swig of air. Then back and forth, they shared Dean’s oxygen up to the surface. Whether that incident contributed to his extreme focus on safety, we will never know. But it remains a family memory nonetheless.
Dean and Alan spoke by phone often, usually every other week or so, and we were both terribly saddened by his sudden death. We will surely miss him and the good times we shared.
The Lances and Markys were “family” long before either Alan or Dean was born, and so from their earliest years, the two of them spent every summer at the lake, growing up together and sharing boyhood adventures.
For many years after I joined the family, and then when our boys came along, we made a special point to spend a week each year at the lake, where Dean went above and beyond to take us out on the boat, grill fabulous food, and whip up his notorious blue margaritas.
Life moves us along, and too soon we were unable to continue the tradition. I remember the first year we couldn’t make it, and Jeff (who is usually very low key), was furious with us—those vacations meant so much to him, and to all of us.
Dean’s place in our lives became evident again, when Peter dazzled us with his third-grade project—a magazine called “Speeding Bullet, the Gun Magazine.” It featured an interview with “famous gun collector, Dean Marky,” and a photograph of the two of them at the firing range. It had articles, editorials, and advertisements, and a bumper sticker contest that invited readers to submit slogans, such as “It’s better to have a gun and not need it, than to need a gun and not have it.” Sound familiar?
I am glad Sandy and Sue mentioned Dean’s attention to safety, even though I’m sure we’ve all had moments where it seemed it bit extreme. But allow me one more anecdote, which I imagine all of the Lances and Markys already know. Alan and Dean were fairly young when, together, they completed their diving training and certification. One summer, diving together at “the rock,” Alan’s tank ran out of oxygen. Alan swam to Dean, grabbed the mouthpiece from him and took a big swig of air. Then back and forth, they shared Dean’s oxygen up to the surface. Whether that incident contributed to his extreme focus on safety, we will never know. But it remains a family memory nonetheless.
Dean and Alan spoke by phone often, usually every other week or so, and we were both terribly saddened by his sudden death. We will surely miss him and the good times we shared.
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Amy Lance posted a condolence
The Lances and Markys were “family” long before either Alan or Dean was born, and so from their earliest years, the two of them spent every summer at the lake, growing up together and sharing boyhood adventures.
For many years after I joined the family, and then when our boys came along, we made a special point to spend a week each year at the lake, where Dean went above and beyond to take us out on the boat, grill fabulous food, and whip up his notorious blue frozen margaritas.
Life moves us along, and too soon we were unable to continue the tradition. I remember the first year we couldn’t make it, and Jeff (who is usually very low key), was furious with us—those vacations meant so much to him, and to all of us.
Dean’s place in our lives became evident again, when Peter dazzled us with his grade-school project—a magazine called “Speeding Bullet, the Gun Magazine.” It featured an interview with “famous gun collector, Dean Marky,” and a photograph of the two of them at the firing range. It had articles, editorials, and advertisements, and a bumper sticker contest that invited readers to submit slogans, such as “It’s better to have a gun and not need it, than to need a gun and not have it.” Sound familiar?
I am glad Sandy and Sue mentioned Dean’s attention to safety, even though I’m sure we’ve all had moments when it seemed it bit extreme. But allow me one more anecdote, which I imagine all of the Lances and Markys already know. Alan and Dean were fairly young when, together, they completed their diving training and certification. One summer, diving together at “the rock,” Alan’s tank ran out of oxygen. Alan swam to Dean, grabbed the mouthpiece from him and took a big swig of air. Then back and forth, they shared Dean’s oxygen up to the surface. Whether or not that incident contributed to his extreme focus on safety, we will never know. Nonetheless, it was a harrowing experience and remains an often repeated family memory.
We will always be grateful to Dean, too, for caring for Aunt Edie and Uncle Bud. They understood him well and loved him like a son. And, as much as Dean disliked funerals and other formalities, he drove all the way to Maryland for my mother-in-law’s funeral and served as a pall bearer. I hope he knows how much we appreciated that.
Dean and Alan spoke by phone often, usually every other week or so, and we were all terribly saddened by his sudden death. We will surely miss him and the good times we shared.
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Amy Lance posted a condolence
The Lances and Markys were “family” long before either Alan or Dean was born, and so from their earliest years, the two of them spent every summer at the lake, growing up together and sharing boyhood adventures.
For many years after I joined the family, and then when our boys came along, we made a special point to spend a week each year at the lake, where Dean went above and beyond to take us out on the boat, grill fabulous food, and whip up his notorious blue frozen margaritas.
Life moves us along, and too soon we were unable to continue the tradition. I remember the first year we couldn’t make it, and Jeff (who is usually very low key), was furious with us—those vacations meant so much to him, and to all of us.
Dean’s place in our lives became evident again, when Peter dazzled us with his grade-school project—a magazine called “Speeding Bullet, the Gun Magazine.” It featured an interview with “famous gun collector, Dean Marky,” and a photograph of the two of them at the firing range. It had articles, editorials, and advertisements, and a bumper sticker contest that invited readers to submit slogans, such as “It’s better to have a gun and not need it, than to need a gun and not have it.” Sound familiar?
I am glad Sandy and Sue mentioned Dean’s attention to safety, even though I’m sure we’ve all had moments when it seemed it bit extreme. But allow me one more anecdote, which I imagine all of the Lances and Markys already know. Alan and Dean were fairly young when, together, they completed their diving training and certification. One summer, diving together at “the rock,” Alan’s tank ran out of oxygen. Alan swam to Dean, grabbed the mouthpiece from him and took a big swig of air. Then back and forth, they shared Dean’s oxygen up to the surface. Whether or not that incident contributed to his extreme focus on safety, we will never know. Nonetheless, it was a harrowing experience and remains an often repeated family memory.
We will always be grateful to Dean, too, for caring for Aunt Edie and Uncle Bud. They understood him well and loved him like a son. And, as much as Dean disliked funerals and other formalities, he drove all the way to Maryland for my mother-in-law’s funeral and served as a pall bearer. I hope he knows how much we appreciated that.
Dean and Alan spoke by phone often, usually every other week or so, and we were all terribly saddened by his sudden death. We will surely miss him and the good times we shared.
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Don Hickey posted a condolence
Dean and I used to go to the range at Blasdell on Sunday mornings to shoot together. One cold winter morning Dean arrived with his newly acquired Steyr SSG rifle and told me that it was very accurate. We started shooting it and I soon discovered that my shots were getting farther away from the bullseye. I suggested to him that perhaps his rifle was not as good as advertised, whereupon I was chastised for my ignorance, and received a terse lecture on the "Schlieren effect". It seems that as the gun barrel heated up with firing, it warmed the cold air adjacent to it which caused the now warmed air to rise into the field of view of the scope, which created a mirage effect, thus changing the apparent position of the bullseye, thus progressively throwing off the gun's accuracy. Simple. I stood corrected, as I did so many times with Dean. He was a true, albeit irascible, friend, a keen intellect, and I will miss him sorely.
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Don Hickey posted a condolence
Dean and I used to go to the range at Blasdell on Sunday mornings to shoot together. One cold winter morning Dean arrived with his newly acquired Steyr SSG rifle and told me that it was very accurate. We started shooting it and I soon discovered that my shots were getting farther away from the bullseye. I suggested to him that perhaps his rifle was not as good as advertised, whereupon I was chastised for my ignorance, and received a terse lecture on the "Schlieren effect". It seems that as the gun barrel heated up with firing, it warmed the cold air adjacent to it which caused the now warmed air to rise into the field of view of the scope, which created a mirage effect, thus changing the apparent position of the bullseye, thus progressively throwing off the gun's accuracy. Simple. I stood corrected, as I did so many times with Dean. He was a true, albeit irascible, friend, a keen intellect, and I will miss him sorely.
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Sandy Marky, DVM posted a condolence
I want to thank every one who visits this site or has contacted us for their condolences on my brother. We know those who knew our brother would understand he had no regard for social conventions or "keening, wailing, and wringing of hands". Dean was all about lack of pretense and keeping things 100 % reality based. We in no way want to offend those more comfortable with traditional memorials or condolences, but be aware my brother might have put deep religious or sad emotional expressions in his "Duly Noted and Disregarded" bin. If asked if we should feature him in a traditional funeral, his sisters have no doubt he would have checked his holster as he replied his favorite "Ah, nope, don't have to- I still gotta gun". We want to encourage those who knew Dean to share favorite saying or stories or things they learned from him. He was not perfect but a study in contrasts, and we will all miss him. While he could be so generous and concerned for elderly or any one whose health or safety fell within his purview, he was also one of the most irascible and intimidating forces you ever met. Once when I was 16, Dean had picked me up at a summer job and was driving me out to where the rest of the family was already at the lake house for the usual 4th of July party. We stopped at a convenience store and Dean stepped away to go in a walk-in cooler to get bags of ice. Another customer saw his holster as he reached for the ice and took the opportunity to step near me and ask "Miss, is that man bothering you, are you ok?" I was confused and wondered what they were talking about. As my brother turned out of the cooler and raised an eyebrow at who was talking to his baby sister, I realized they though he might be kidnapping me. I replied " Dude, I'm fine, thanks - he's my brother and I am the safest person in this store, but I wouldn't recommend standing here talking to me as he comes back". Dean asked what was going on as we got in the car and we both chuckled and appreciated the patrons bravery. Dean then gave me one of the rare glimpses into his strategy: "Yeah, if you twitch and drool once in a while and carry a big gun, people give you space." As I got older I both pitied and admired his ability to keep people at arm's length. I know my brother never actually seriously pointed a gun at any one but a target silhouette. I came to understand the confusion you feel when you open a box of ammo for Christmas---before your parents open the "home protection unit" rifle the ammo goes to, is as close as my brother could come to saying "I love and care about you" sometimes. Dean would say "yeah, I love you too, that's enough" as he pretended to disgustedly flutter his hand away at his younger sisters' exuberant hugs and kisses once we saw that chink in his armor.
We could ponder why someone so well informed and helpful with healthcare advice for others did not take better care of himself. Why someone so reclusive was so committed to being "in touch" - the fact he didn't call my mom and didn't reply to a text made my sister go check on him within hours of an apparent heart attack. I have mused if we all made more effort to reach out to others in person would Dean and others still actually be here in person. Electronic contact lets us all create the perception we want, like me giving this remebrance without blubbering. Ultimately Dean lived and died on his own terms and would have tolerated it no other way. So to honor my brother, go stand up for whatever you believe in, get your facts straight, and get off the computer after leaving your thoughts and go live life in peace but well armed both in mind and body. Thank you for your indulgence - Sandy Marky
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October 19, 2018
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October 20, 2018
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October 20, 2018
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