| Name at birth: | Raymond Jonathan Gray |
| Date of birth: | 08/11/43 |
| Place of birth: | Riyadh, Saudi Arabia |
| Date of death: | 22/04/84 |
| Place of death: | Manhattan, USA |
| Resting place: | Holy Cross Cemetery, Los Angeles |
| Submitted by: | Herb Spiers (hspiers@tiac.net) |
He was a decorator. His loft in Manhattan was a blend of the exotic and the comfortable. He knew how to use space. He said he made things pretty.
He was a painter. His canvasses were neo-Fauvian. He died before he had a show.
He was debonair. He loved his friends. They loved him. He was handsome and kind. His goodwill and humor distinguished him. He loved to dance.
He had a marvelous dog, Maribou, who is buried with him in Holy Cross Cemetary on Slauson Street in LA. Maribou too was a star in her own right. They were a perfect pair. She got invited to the parties he didn’t. She’d always bring him along. Like him she was gracious.
I was his lover for six years. He died in my arms. I told him then that I would always love him and never forget him. I miss him. But we didn’t have to be lovers, so I’m content with the fact that we met, fell in love and spent a half-dozen zany years together.
He loved to shop flea markets, merching. I guess if there are other parallel universes he might be merching in one of them right now.
Herb Spiers
April 28, 1996
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