CELEBRATING THE LIFE OF


CURTIS JUSTIN KRICK

March 13, 1969 - April 3, 2025

 

Curtis J Krick, portrait in black and white.

Event: March 13, 2026, 6pm

The Vintage, Pasadena, CA

Order of the Evening

Welcome & Gathering, 6:00 PM

Words of Remembrance, 6:30 PM

Dinner & Group Remembrances, 7:00 - 8:00 PM

In Loving Memory

Curtis J Krick was born in Macon, GA, to Barbara and Roger Krick. He graduated from Oconee County High School. He attended Carnegie Mellon University and graduated from Purdue University.

As a kid, Curtis was always an artist - a writer, a performer, an entertainer, and a musician. When he was old enough to talk, he would sing popular tunes and mimic the stars who sang them. He drew comic strips that he created himself and taught himself to play multiple instruments.

Curtis went on to direct, write, and perform in countless plays, shorts, features, and musicals, and with his eye for perfection became a sought-after producer in television and film.

He was a son, brother, uncle, friend, and so much more. He loved karaoke, writing, reading, watching, creating, and his friends and family. He delighted in movies and showing people something they hadn't seen before. He loved Chinese food and his best friend, Virgil. Curtis had a laugh you could breathe in, and it would fill your whole body with joy. Curtis was passionate about the Beatles, theater, and pre-code Hollywood.

Curtis excelled at gallows humor. He had a folder on his computer for ideas and another one for thoughts. He had a lot of both. Curtis hated people who talked in movies, unless he was the one who was talking. He despised mushrooms, green beans, ambiguity, and people who misquoted Catch-22. He deeply disliked it when people called him brave. Curtis insisted you let him know you arrived home safely anytime you left him, and followed every "goodbye" with "I love you."

Curtis is survived and remembered by every soul he came in contact with, whether it was for a lifetime or just a fleeting moment. His memory is eternal.


Curtis took a bow and exited stage left when the play was over. True to form, he wrote his own epitaph.


Please remember: the disease did this, not me.

Geoffery - You chivalric fool. As if the way one fell down mattered.

Richard - When the fall is all there is, it matters.

— The Lion in Winter

love,        

c              

CONVERSATION STARTERS TO SHARE YOUR MEMORIES

EARLY LIFE & CHARACTER

EVERYDAY MOMENTS

IMPACT & LEGACY

SHARED EXPERIENCES

THE FUN STUFF

LOOKING FORWARD


Here's a thirty-eight minute video from the Celebration of Life evening.
Speakers: Colleen, Sean, Anne, Corey, Stephanie, and Joellyn.


... and a 13 minute slide-show of memories.


... and we love you!
          Yes we love you!