Mark,

The world is a sadder and less funny place without you in it. Your sense of humor was one of a kind and was able to put a smile on everyone's face (as the picture above illustrates).  You were a key part of all of the good times we had growing up, in high school, and after and it wouldn't have been the same without you.  In more recent years I enjoyed when you'd share your art or we would talk video games or whatever on steam. Everyone is going to miss you so much!

Mark was the absolute FUNNIEST person I ever met. His sense of humor was one of a kind. He had such a great combination of zany and fun that would make you laugh so hard it would hurt. In any situation, he was always putting his hilarious spin on things. He used jokes to express his creativity, it was insane what a gift he had.

When it came to technology, Mark was decades ahead of the curve. He was taking photos and video, and editing them in funny ways to get us to all laugh. Every time we meet up with Mark, he had something new to show us: a new video, a new picture, a new joke. They were ALWAYS funny. Doing that kind of thing is all over the internet now, but Mark was doing it 25 years ago.

Mark with a printer was DANGEROUS. I remember one time he printed out a huge stack of "THE WAR OF 1812 IS A LIE" signs and put them all over school like a mock conspiracy theorist trying to get the truth out there. We were all rolling in the halls laughing, as the teachers were all baffled as to what kind of nut would be posting this stuff all over school.

Last and of course not least, and I'm already laughing typing it up, but me and Mark once did a parody of a radio show with a tape recorder and too much imagination. He just had the tape recorder going and we were bouncing off the walls, sharing jokes, making funny quips, and having a great time. Not a single year went by where we didn't make an inside joke reference to that tape, it was something special that me and Mark had always shared during our entire friendship.

Mark, you were such a boundless source of fun and creativity, you were a 1 of 1. We miss you brother, and we'll love you always.

One of my earliest memories of Mark comes from our after school adventures playing Oregon Trail in 5th grade on good old floppy disks.  It was a daily activity while we all waited for our buses to be called and a very intense game of saving people from hunger and dysentery.   Mark led these adventures providing colorful commentary as we usually ended up laughing on the ground.

These adventures were just the beginning our friendship and we really solidified our core elementary and high school friend group playing frisbee.  I remember thinking how cool Mark was talking to us all about how to throw a frisbee and the weight.  Those grams really mattered! These very competitive frisbee games happened pretty much every day during our lunch recess.  I remember my teacher always commenting on how I came in after lunch drenched in sweat, exhausted, and covered in grass stains from diving to get frisbees.

The 10+ years following those were fueled by code red (Mountain Dew) and dominos and/or Pizza Hut.  Mark was always recording and taking pictures of all our shenanigans. He was our designated camera man, game creator, and instigator.  His crazy ideas were pillars in our weekly hangout sessions.  Mark would create absurd games that we all would follow and eventually lead to everyone crying laughing. 

As I look back at my younger years, Mark was such a core memory in everything.  He brought so much laugher, creativity and fun.   Love you buddy.

-Taylor

Mark, my oldest friend, you were a constant thread in my childhood memories. A witness to both the external and internal world of my childhood. From our being placed in playpens together as babies, to our last messages reminiscing of the 90’s, our connection was the foundation of my understanding of friendship. 

Your family felt as an extension to mine growing up. I can still vividly recall the way your basement floor would turn to lava as we hopped from couch cushion to couch cushion, the sledding on the hill in your backyard, the late sunny evenings of summer on the deck. Most of all, our treasured memories of camping at Almost Heaven. 

We often reached out to catch up when feeling nostalgic about our camping adventures, and how we hoped to one day go back. We both shared how formative those times were for us. Being so much younger than our brothers, we were often left together. We escaped together in a world of imagination. Yours was boundless and vibrant and so full of joy. I was so lucky to have you as a friend, and I think we found in each other a refuge for two very sensitive souls in a world that did not make a lot of sense to us. 
Though we were not as close as adults, I know we always carried a great fondness for our childhood bond. It allowed us to catch up from time to time, connecting over our art, our shared love for cats, our struggles in life, our dreams and hopes. I saw how your imagination grew into a well of creativity, your curiosity into a thoughtful intelligence. There is a giant Mark shaped hole in the universe without you and all you had to offer.  

I will miss you, friend. I promise to treasure those memories dearly and honor all you have taught me of friendship, creativity, and gentleness. Rest easy.

Mark used to always joke how we grew up together in the crib. He wasn’t wrong. Growing up I can’t remember anyone I spent more time with. From playing Doom in the basement and the first instances of mIRC chat to countless strolls around Forest Lakes and throwing handfuls of flour in our mouths after making us laugh so hard. Countless hours of hilarious memorable times with the boys either at Drew’s or Taylor’s house that I’ll never forget.  I can honestly say I still have your parents telephone number memorized to this day. Even though we haven’t seen each other in years I sincerely feel like we had an unbroken bond. I kept telling my wife how crappy I felt the past few days, even though it was my birthday yesterday. Something has just been terribly off since Thursday. Now I know why. We’ll always share a lucky number 16 birthday date 30 days apart. Say hi to my Dad for me, brother. Keep watching over us. I love you.

Dear Donna and Len,

Our sincere condolences on the loss of your son.  Although we never had the pleasure of meeting Mark, in reading his bio. it is apparent that he was blessed with wonderful parents, a beautiful partner and a talent for the arts.. God bless him 💕, may he rest in peace 💕

Joe and Pat Weill

Dear Becky, although we haven’t met, I’ve heard so much about you and Mark through your mom that I feel connected. My heart aches for your loss, and I know that it leaves an enormous void in your life. I pray that, with time, it will be mended by the memories of shared love and laughter.

Mark liked to share some of his art with me.  I always found it to be some of the most authentic expressions of emotion.  Simple doodles that morph and take on a melding, wistful meaning.  I imagined them teaching my friend about himself as he poured his effort into them, carefully pushing him to appreciate the work's creation and process of expression more than any finished state.  He and I would have long conversations about the philosophy of bearing witness to acts of expression such as this, and appreciation for what life can teach us.  The authenticity of his art is what so captivated him, and I will forever be greatful for having learned that appreciation from him.

Donna and Len,
Although we never met your son, we've heard how incredible he was. Please know that our heart aches for you and your family during this unimaginable time of grief. You are in our thoughts and prayers. 
Lucia & John Spisak

I love you brother. Fly high and shine down on us all. Ill miss you more than anyone will know

My deepest condolences for Mark’s family. May you hold him in your hearts and minds. May you be comforted by these memories. May the divine assistance remain with you always and May the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen 🙏

OBITUARY

Mark Henry Noonan

April 16, 1986 – March 13, 2025

Smith-McCracken Funeral Home

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