Mark Patrick McCarvel was a beloved brother, uncle, life partner and friend. His passing on September 12, 2020, was a painful loss for close and extended family as well as numerous friends.
Mark was born to Ruth and Joseph McCarvel on November 16, 1946, in Anaconda, Montana. He was the seventh of eight children in a proud Irish-Catholic family known for excellent food at their bakery and their tireless work in both church and local labor activities. Mark was a happy, curious child and an excellent student who grew up to become an adept scholar, linguist and teacher.
Mark was also a proud US Marine whose military service took him to language school and thence to Vietnam, where he was awarded the Bronze Star for meritorious service. After his combat tours, Mark visited family while assigned to duty in the States. He eventually called the San Francisco Bay Area home, where he memorably played host and tour guide to his parents, siblings, nephews and nieces.
Mark’s life partner is John Wong, a longtime resident of the Bay Area. Through their relationship of nearly 40 years, Mark acquired new family and friends, with whom he developed strong bonds and joyous memories. Mark and John especially enjoyed traveling together, but they were also gracious hosts of both fine dinners and rustic cookouts. Thus, they were a pair treasured by loved ones near and far.
Mark is especially remembered for his kindness, intelligence, sense of humor, thoughtfulness and generosity, particularly during holidays and gatherings.
He and John were world-champion gift givers, knowing just the right present to give a special loved one, and Mark frequently provided a money-filled “red envelope” on any occasion. Among the greatest gifts he gave, however, was his ability to tell a story, and anyone who met Mark quickly learned how funny he could be. He possessed the “McCarvel funny bone,” which meant puns, groaners and “dad jokes” aplenty, but he could also tell a sobering, thought-provoking tale laced with a uniquely humorous perspective. A conversant in any subject, Mark had a well-known knack for turning wheels and splitting sides.
One of Mark’s most remarkable abilities was that of a brilliant speaker of several languages. Throughout his life, he helped and encouraged family members with their linguistic endeavors: from scholastic applications of Latin, French or Mandarin to translations of Cantonese at holiday gatherings.
However, what loved ones appreciated most about Mark were his compassionate understanding and generosity. In addition to being a force of encouragement, Mark helped others get through tough times. By acts of kindness such as sending a message of condolence at just the right time, assisting with the purchase of a new home, and helping a mourning loved one through a difficult funeral service, Mark proved to be a gentle and generous soul with a large and loving heart.
Our Memories of Mark
Several loved ones contributed to our memories of a great man, whose smile, words, support and laughter resound forever in our hearts.
Judy Harder, sister
Living in Chicago as a young couple took Bob Harder and me away from Anaconda. But Anaconda often found its way to our front door. Family trips to graduations and my father’s union conventions gave us opportunities to entertain family in the Windy City. Mark chose to go to a preparatory seminary for high school in Donaldson, Indiana. Divine Heart Seminary was less than a two-hour drive, which Bob and I often took to bring Mark to our place for a break from his studies. When he came, Bob’s parents and sisters often joined us. This was a testament to Mark’s charming company.
The return drive to the cloisters followed several rural roads dotted with folksy roadside restaurants that always seemed crowded. Upon investigation, we found that it was a Sunday tradition in this area to have a full turkey dinner with all the fixings on the menu. Thus began our quest to find the feast that tasted most like home. A German restaurant that included sauerkraut soon became a favorite. Over the four years, we sometimes just made the trip to have the dinner and chat. Imagine our surprise one weekend when we called Mark to schedule a Sunday getaway dinner, and he declined! He informed us that he was previously committed to dining out with Bob’s parents, Eleanor and Jim, who were picking him up for a Sunday get-together.
And that was Mark. Your friends were his friends and your family became his family. He added so much heart and soul to all occasions, be they joyful or somber. I never stuff a bird or candy yams without remembering these precious times.
Susan Sherman, sister
Mark was a proud Marine. He volunteered during the Vietnam War. It was a true honor to attend his boot camp graduation at Camp Pendleton. He looked so sharp in his dress uniform. He exuded pride and confidence. After the ceremony, his sister Susan, his Aunt Joanie and their families joined Mark for a picnic on the Camp grounds. It was a glorious day, filled with pageantry and laughter.
Mark’s military service took him to language school and then to Vietnam, where he was awarded the Bronze Star for meritorious service.
Mark was able to spend time with several of his siblings while assigned to duty in the States. He visited Scottsdale while stationed at
Fort Huachuca. His nieces and nephews delighted in having their Uncle Mark visit.
And now, some random thoughts:
Mark was a happy and curious child and an excellent student.
He was a scholar, linguist and teacher.
He was gracious, thoughtful and generous. He had a “red envelope” for all occasions.
His kindness was felt by all. He graciously extended help to his numerous relatives.
He and John were the ultimate hosts. Meals were truly spectacular followed by lively conversations.
Mark Patrick McCarvel was a true gentleman.
Kathleen Nims, sister
I was 5 years old when Mark was born. He was so adorable. By nature, Mark strived to make the world a better place. Mark loved rituals and traditions. He enjoyed celebrations, parties and special occasions. He would always contribute to the festivities.
I do not remember how old I was when I became aware that my baby brother had become older and wiser than me. I assume it was when he went to war. Baby brothers should not see war.
Mark was proud of his life. He knew that John was a cherished blessing in it. Mark truly loved God, John, his country and his family.
He will be missed.
Ruth Quigley, sister
As strange as it may sound coming from a family of eight children, Mark is the only sibling I shared a childhood with. He was my big brother by three years. Numbers seven and eight put us in the unique position of being the only McCarvel children to have our own bedrooms. Our stories are typical of other brothers and sisters, having joy, adventures, rivalry and love. We had our own personal greeting and farewell from childhood and throughout our years. A word that belonged only to us, it was sometimes accompanied by a claw-like gesture: Gree-owl!
Mark was a star on every stage he graced, be it home, school, church or the neighborhood. His high school graduation was a perfect example of his abundant gifts. Mark left Anaconda after graduating from St. Peter’s Grade School. He set off for the Divine Heart Seminary in Donaldson, Indiana. I missed him, while at the same time enjoying playing the role of an only child for a few years.
I attended his high school graduation from Divine Heart in the spring of 1965. The ceremony could best be described as the “Mark Patrick McCarvel Show.” The commencement included awards for scholarship in all subject areas. As final exam results were included in the four-year aggregate scoring for achievement, students did not know how they fared. With scores consistently in the high 90s, Mark’s name was called for the Math, English, Science, History and Latin awards. Sadly, he did not obtain the highest score in French. However, he graciously congratulated his Canadian classmate, Phillipe Marceau, for his near-perfect score.
Mark continued to amaze his family and friends by his many accomplishments. Yet he will always be my big brother who was also my pal. My last words to him were “I love you,” followed by our last “Gree-owl!”
Julie Hunt, niece (with Martin Hunt)
In early June of 1982 when I was just 20 and newly wed to Chris, my first husband, we received the most generous honeymoon gift from Uncle Mark. After spending a couple days in Southern California, Chris and I drove to San Francisco. Knowing that Uncle Mark lived there, I contacted him in advance so that we could visit him while in town. When we arrived, Mark gave us directions to what he described as the perfect place to stay. Much to my amazement, Mark had procured and paid for a cute little house near the water. When we entered, awaiting us on the dining table was a wine and cheese assortment along with crackers, jams and a bottle of champagne. In a wedding card, he wrote a heartfelt greeting and included two tickets for us to see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. Looking back on this, I am particularly touched by the fact that Mark, my youngest uncle, was this thoughtful and generous at the young age of 34.
Greg Sherman, nephew
Even though we were not very close over the years, Uncle Mark was a much more important figure in the life of my family than he ever knew.
To be honest, my strongest memory of interacting with Uncle Mark was when I was seven or eight years old, and it involved money. He was home from his military assignment in Vietnam and flew into Las Vegas, driving down to Phoenix to visit our family. When he parked in the driveway, my older siblings and I surrounded him as he got out of the car. He told us he had a surprise for us as he opened the trunk of his car, retrieving some small bags that he handed to each of us. He said he “hit it big” at a casino, and when I looked in my bag I could see it was filled with nickels. So many nickels! For the first and only time in my life, I was rich.
But my life was richer because of Uncle Mark in a way that did not involve nickels. I don’t know when I learned that Uncle Mark was gay, but I was aware of his orientation as a high schooler in the late 1970s (so it was nearly my entire life). My mother and older siblings talked about it as if it was no big deal at all, and this gave me comfort knowing that as I navigated the treacherous waters of my own adolescent development, my family would be supportive of whoever I was becoming. I carried this inclusive acceptance into adulthood, and like many people in my generation, I have fully embraced supporting the LGBTQ community and actively work to promote equity and justice for all citizens. My three children all support these causes as well, and our activism and support were sources of comfort for my own son when he accepted his orientation as a gay man. He told my wife Shelly and me recently that when he shares his “coming out” story to other gay friends, many are generally amazed at how loving and supportive his family was from the very beginning. He explains to his friends that he is lucky to have a number of LGBTQ people in his family, like “my dad’s Uncle Mark,” and I know this has always been a source of comfort for him knowing how much we love all the McCarvels. He grew up knowing that his linguistically amazing uncle shared his life with a kind and talented partner named John in San Francisco.
So, Uncle Mark never knew how important he was in my family. I do know, however, that Uncle Mark knew he shared his middle name with my son Patrick, and that has always made me feel especially connected to him.
Michele Costa, Leslie Wyant and Chris Walters;
nieces and nephew
Michele, Leslie and Chris are saddened by the loss of Uncle Mark. As we shared our grief with each other, we found that we had unique memories but similar thoughts about this man who was both larger than life and so much a part of ours. He was our hero, the Marine we prayed for as he fought in a war we were too young to understand. He was brilliant, able to speak many languages and still talk to us as if we were the interesting person. He was a tremendous storyteller who made stories about growing up come to life. He possessed the “McCarvel funny bone,” which meant puns and groaners were plentiful. He was an excellent tour guide, as anyone who has visited the Bay Area knows. Even when Mark came to Seoul to visit, he was the one showing us the sights in our own backyard! Chris fondly remembers his 2004 trip to San Francisco, and Mom and Dad raved about their visit a decade earlier. The vineyard tour was a particularly memorable highlight.
If Mom were here, she would have many more stories and memories to share. She and Mark shared such a bond. Dad thought of Mark as a brother. He admired his intelligence and sense of humor, but mostly his kindness and good heart.
What we each remember most are the times Uncle Mark reached out to us, sending a card or letter written with that distinctive penmanship. Sometimes a gift was included, but always there was a personal note. He marked the good times, celebrating a delayed high school graduation, a hard-won college degree and a promotion. He also lifted us up, offering encouragement when a marriage ended and compassion at the approaching anniversary of a loss. He sent thoughtful cards to our children. He was a gentle and generous soul with a large and loving heart. Our own hearts are now broken.
Bill Thornton, nephew
Refined grace, charming eloquence and a generous heart are only a few words I use to describe Uncle Mark. He was a man who forgot very little of what experience taught him, and the wisdom of his words and ways became apparent to anyone acquainted with him.
Thus, he was very helpful when imparting advice and providing support.
As a child, I generally found Uncle Mark to be funny yet eminently stern. As a fellow adult, however, I continually noted how understanding and helpful he was toward loved ones, while never critical. When my sister, Gretchen, and I visited him and Uncle John in 1989 after I’d just graduated high school, Mark took us on a tour of San Francisco and the Bay Area. This included several memorable stops that became stories in themselves: a fine arts museum, a Giants game at Candlestick Park and a boat ride around Alcatraz Island. While on the boat on that brisk and sunny day, Uncle Mark chatted with me about my future ambitions and prospects. He advised me plainly yet still profoundly to not get overwhelmed with disappointment when some of life’s events and endeavors don’t go the way I’d planned. In noting his use of the inevitable “when” rather than the conditional “if,” I knew he was speaking from both his loving heart and an ever-rational grasp of his own life experience. Although I could have derived some discouragement from that advice, I actually drew comfort from his words and how he chose to use them in guiding his young nephew during such an impressionable time. Thinking about that moment still gives me comfort because, of course, what he expressed continues to be true for any of us.
Whenever I conversed with Uncle Mark on lighter matters—such as the highs and lows of our similar experiences of living and using Mandarin in Taiwan—I knew I had to be as sharp and witty as I could be (or at the very least, a conscious facilitator of his humor and wit!). As a conversationalist, Uncle Mark was a tenth-degree grand master. Not only could he speak several languages, thereby adept at communicating with people from various cultural backgrounds, but he could also speak English in several distinct ways depending on the company and the situation. Regarding how he generally expressed himself, for Uncle Mark, using good grammar and vocabulary was not merely an exercise in pedantry. He implicitly believed that one should not only know what one is talking about; one must speak knowledgeably, too.
Uncle Mark made me laugh countless times, and the depths of his thought provocation seemed incalculable. I will always cherish my memories of when we interacted and how helpful he was to me as a struggling adult. (Sending money out of the blue was so Uncle Mark.) However, some of my fondest memories of him were through my mother, Ruth. They were close in age, being the two youngest children of the McCarvel family. When I was a child at reunions and holiday gatherings, I was flummoxed by not only their ability but also their desire to stay up nearly all night chatting. “What could they possibly have to talk about for that long?” I would ask myself. Now, being an adult who knows all too well the communication gaps of time and space—and one who clearly remembers the days of long-distance phone calls being neither free nor cheap—I completely understand both the appeal and value of late-night chats at family get-togethers. Gretchen and I have upheld this practice whenever we gather for a holiday.
But what I’ll remember most about the special relationship that my mum and uncle shared is how excited she would get whenever Uncle Mark called. Every few months or so over the years, Bro and Sis caught each other up via phone. Before embarking on one of their marathon sessions of updates, stories and laughter, she would pick up the phone and instead of simply saying “Hello, Mark,” she would gleefully exclaim “Gree-owl!”
Very fortunately for me, I have many more memories of my uncle. Some of them I freely share, others I don’t. Some of them will always remain between him and me, especially concerning stories and thoughts he shared with me in confidence. Moreover, I harbor quiet yet immense respect for him as a fellow Marine, because he demonstrated bravery and commitment to service during one of our country’s most turbulent times. I also admire him for his loving commitment to John as they navigated the rocky terrains of being a same-sex couple in a society that still had a lot of growing up to do, and I am especially comforted to know that John was by Mark’s side during his final moments.
I will forever miss and revere my Uncle Mark, and I am grateful to everyone who has shared their memories of a truly remarkable soul.
Fay Wong and Lincoln Chu, sister- and brother-in-law
I knew Mark back in the 1980s and found out that we shared the same birthdate (November 16). He adopted me as his twin and never failed to send me a comical birthday card along with a gift. I shall miss his caring nature.
Throughout the years, I found Mark to be gentle, loving and intellectual. He was conversant in any subject. One would never imagine that he served in the US Marine Corps, which is known for its elite warriors, nick-named “leathernecks.” Mark spent part of his training at the US Army language school in Monterey, California, where he studied Mandarin. He could even read and write. In fact, he wrote my Chinese name better than I can! Lincoln (my husband) often asked Mark for help with Chinese characters, since my father had assessed Lincoln’s knowledge on the subject to be that of a third grader.
When Lincoln and I bought our home in 2001, we started to host the family Thanksgiving dinners. John would help with the turkey carving while Mark would eventually help with the eating. Meanwhile, Mark would relax in the living room with Lincoln, reminiscing about old times and how they got through dire difficulties and eventually became responsible adults. It seemed that family dinners and celebrations offered the most opportunities for John and Mark to connect with loved ones, since they lived relatively far away in Bay Point.
It’s certainly been a trying few weeks for John. What was believed to be a routine skin graft procedure on Mark’s forehead turned tragic. For whatever reason, Mark’s vital organs were negatively affected and were slowly shutting down. On Saturday, September 12, Lincoln and I visited Mark at the hospital and were joined later by Colleen and Jody. John was at Mark’s bedside, rubbing his tummy and feet and softly communicating words of endearment while Mark was still alert and responsive. However, at about 3 p.m., the attending physician alerted John that Mark’s condition had critically worsened and recommended that life support be terminated. Mark was then given his last rites.
Thus, we witnessed the compassion and love between Mark and John. It’s no wonder their relationship had endured over 30 odd years and would have continued given the opportunity. Our consolation is that Mark will have rooms ready when each of us meets again. If Mark and John have a favorite song, my guess would be “No Greater Love.”
One of the more memorable occasions with Mark and John was when they joined the Chu family on a Princess Cruise to Hawaii. Mark and John always wanted to cruise Hawaii again, and they had initially planned to do so early this year. However, this did not happen because of John’s work schedule and COVID-19.
It seems so appropriate that we dressed in Hawaii attire for Mark’s send off as he journeys to his new home in the House of the Lord.
Aloha, Mark. You will always be in our hearts.
William Wong
Thirty-three years ago, a man I barely knew loaned me money to help me buy my home.
One day, Mark overheard a conversation between John and me about securing the funds for a down payment. Without hesitation, Mark offered to help. His generosity was unsurpassed, and I could not thank him enough.
Shortly after Mark and I met, John, Mark and I began attending the California State Fair almost every September for about five years. I remember fondly that our first stop at the fair was the races. We didn’t know anything about horse racing, but it was always fun to watch these exciting events. I enjoyed our days at the fair.
Mark was always there for our family, especially when our mother, father and brother passed away. I am grateful to him for comforting us through those difficult times. His kindness and support will not be forgotten.
We were deeply saddened when we heard of Mark’s passing. He was kind, generous, humorous, sincere and intelligent. A definite straight shooter, Mark was a beautiful person and always fun to be with.
Mark, we love you and you will be forever missed.
Kim Jones, niece (with Robert, Brinley and Lillian Jones)
My mother is John’s sister Lily, which is why I also refer to Mark as “Uncle Mark.”
Uncle Mark had been in our lives for as long as I can remember. Mark and John were our “fun uncles,” the ones who would play with us as kids, joke with us at holiday dinners and bring us little gifts, from bookmarks to CD compilations; and whose necks we would sniff to see if they were wearing coordinating colognes that evening. They would arrive at our house, laden with bags of gifts, with Uncle Mark shouting “HO, HO, HO!” as they climbed the stairs. I loved sitting with Uncle Mark at dinner because he would happily translate my grandfather’s Cantonese for us (when all of the other uncles and aunts were specifically instructed not to help). When my daughter, Brinley, started taking a Mandarin class at school, Uncle Mark was happy to practice speaking with her.
I will always remember Mark for his thoughtfulness. His holiday greeting card, penned in his small cursive and signed from both Mark and John, would arrive easily two weeks before Uncle John’s calligraphic card. We received two cards from them every year. He always had small, humorous pieces of advice. Moreover, he held my hand at my grandfather’s funeral.
We already miss our Uncle Mark.
Michelle Hoyt, niece
I have known Uncle Mark as long as I can remember—and that is a long time! As a child, I have fond memories of when he and Uncle John would come to my parents’ house every weekend or so for family dinner. Uncle Mark had a special composure of peace about him; he was always peaceful, calming and joyful. I could never imagine an unkind word coming out of his mouth.
One of my favorite memories of Uncle Mark is when I was about 7 years old. He would come over for dinner, and he would cuddle with me on the sofa and help me read my Lo Fu Gi magazines, the Chinese comic books that my mom would buy for me. Uncle Mark was fluent in Chinese, and though he would tell me what something said in Mandarin, we would work together to get the Cantonese pronunciation and then he would help me understand the meaning of the text.
Another fond memory of both Uncle John and Uncle Mark is Christmastime. They would always come over with the best gifts. You knew you would get some amazing toy to play with that you would cherish for a long time. They were wonderful gift givers, generous and so sweet.
Uncle Mark would always share thoughtful, reverent, endearing memories of his sisters. I can’t remember the details, but the tone was always with complete respect and reverence toward them. I think it is special that he had so much love and respect for his sisters.
As an adult, I remember Uncle Mark always having a story or anecdote to share in a particular situation. His examples would always be relevant and show compassion toward the situation. Uncle Mark was very compassionate—a very kind and loving person. He was always supportive and encouraging.
My husband, Wil, reminded me of the ways that Uncle Mark had helped him. At my grandmother’s funeral in 2001, Uncle Mark helped Wil with where to go and what to do for all the rituals of a Chinese funeral. Having not grown up in the Chinese culture, Wil had not seen or experienced any of this before. Uncle Mark took my husband under his wing and helped him to do the right things during the funeral.
We will miss our Uncle Mark dearly, until we meet again.
Monica Mui, niece (with Olivia and Alice)
One of our greatest memories of Uncle Mark (and there are many!) is the first Christmas after my parents’ divorce. My mom wanted to keep up the Christmas tradition, so after work (for her) and school (for my sister and me), we went Christmas tree shopping. We found the perfect tree and with help from the folks at the tree lot, got it strapped to the car to bring home. However, my sister and I were only three and five years old and therefore not exactly the strongest help to my mom. So, she called Uncle Mark and Uncle John for help. They were both so loving and kind that they didn’t give it a second’s thought and came right over. They brought popcorn and music and turned the night into a tree-decorating celebration! I am grateful to them for helping us create such a magical moment and memory. That is always how I remember Uncle Mark: He always turned any situation or family event into something wonderful and memorable.
Not a story, but we want to make sure it doesn’t go unrecognized, was Uncle Mark’s generosity! At the beginning of the divorce, my mom needed a lot of help with all the legal documents, mail, correspondence, etc. Uncle Mark was always there willing to help translate and draft letters. There are not enough ways for us to thank him or show our appreciation.
Bill Heyne, father-in-law of Monica Mui
My name is Bill. I am the father-in-law of Monica. As a result, my wife, Geri, and I were most often included for lunch at a dim-sum restaurant in Alameda, when a group of John’s family and friends decided to gather. At the table, I always found myself sitting next to Mark.
Mark was never at a loss for conversation. As it turned out, Mark and I both realized we had volumes to share as we were both transplant patients, his a liver and mine a heart. It seemed to always become a mutually beneficial conversation, one that only he and I could relate to.
I regret not following an insistent urge to contact him months ago, as I know the journey of transplants.
I will miss my friend.
Deanna Chu, niece
One of the things I loved most about Uncle Mark was his thoughtfulness and generosity. When I started my career in sales as a road warrior, Mark gave me a necklace with a St. Christopher pendant. He told me that St. Christopher was the patron saint of travelers and that the pendant would help keep me safe on the road. Twenty years and probably 700 thousand miles later, I still keep that pendant in my car and it will always make me think of him wanting me to be protected. I can’t remember a time when Mark wasn’t a part of our family, and he has been and always will be my favorite Irish uncle.
Colleen Abramovitz, friend
My husband, Phil, and I have known John and Mark for 40 years! One story makes me smile every time I think of it. It was Phil’s birthday, and we went out to dinner with John, Mark, my mom, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Richard, who had been a political science professor at Tallahassee State for 30 years. I have nothing against academia, except when one must start all conversations on that topic. So, after a short while, my uncle started looking rather bored from talking to all of us around the table. And although this was the second or third time he had met Mark, my uncle hadn’t got into much of a conversation with him before. So, this time I said “Uncle Richard, did you know that Mark taught at Berkeley?” My uncle looked at me. “Really?” Then I asked, “Did you know that Mark speaks more than 13 Chinese dialects?” I also mentioned that Mark picked up languages while serving as a Marine in Vietnam, and that he had once studied for the priesthood. Well, my uncle, who is never speechless, was! And In Mark’s kind-hearted way, he brushed all of this off like it was nothing, and kept asking questions about my uncle and his teaching. Not only did Mark make me so proud to have him as a friend, but he also made us all better to have known a man so caring and generous! And it was such a hoot to close my uncle’s mouth! Ha!
Rest in peace, our dearest friend. We love you with all of our hearts!
Roberta Ramirez, friend
I am a friend and retired co-worker of Mark’s… We retired same time and kept in touch. I would give him rides to Bart and we went to union meetings together.. I met him when I went to Pleasanton DA… The kindest human beings and enjoyed listening to his story… We were both Catholic and he’d pray for my son with alcohol addiction. He will be missed. I am praying for all his family in their loss of a wonderful person.. God bless you all.. Roberta (friend)
LeRoy W. Bloom
I was Mark’s team leader on the Chinese team at Camp Pendleton CA. during the mid 70’s.
Mark was a buck sergeant then and on the Mandarin ITT ( Interrogation Translation Teams) at that time. ITT was rank heavy so the most junior marines were those at the rank of sergeant. So no matter what sort of crap rolled down hill you could count on Mark to simply let it roll off his back while he wore a huge smile.
I always thought he would become a priest when he left the corps but it seems he chose a different path. The way those who contributed to his obituary, his memory and the obituary itself are all perfect descriptions of the young marine I remember.
Rest in peace Mark.
Deeply Missed but Fondly Remembered
Though his passing has left our hearts broken and hurting, our many and joyous memories of Mark Patrick McCarvel will warm our souls and brighten our faces for years to come, just the way Mark would have wanted.
May our beloved brother, uncle, life partner and friend rest in eternal peace.
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