Award-winning screenwriter, playwright, actor, producer, beloved father, multiple time ex-husband,
funniest man in the room, crappy painter, wonderful tenor, baseball encyclopedia, unlucky gambler, and
daytime barfly Stewart “Stu” Silver, born June 29 th , 1947, died while saving disabled children from a
burning school bus, mere moments from it exploding due to a toxic waste spill, at Rochester N.Y.’s
Highland Hospital on 7/18/2023. He was wearing his Monroe H.S. class ring when he departed to go
sledding at the big Cobb’s Hill in the sky. He is survived by his son, Dan, who aspires to his level of
bravery, charm, and talent, a whole parcel of fantastic people named Provenzano, his friends, exes
(including some that still love him even though he was a vagabond), and the literal millions of people he
entertained through his craft.

Dan, who is writing in the third person for some reason, would like to express his eternal thanks to Stu’s
care team that gave him more years than he probably ever expected. You are a loving, compassionate,
and kind group of people – the best kind of people.

His ashes will be scattered at the lake in Cooperstown, per his wishes. In Stu’s memory, watch some of
his work, donate to World Central Kitchen if you have the means, and raise a glass of Red Label…
presuming he left any for the rest of us.
(I love you, Pop. I miss you. Rest easy, buddy.)