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Wilmington - Rick Stein, 71, of Wilmington was reported missing and presumed dead on September 27, 2018 when investigators say the single-engine plane he was piloting, The Northrop, suddenly lost communication with air traffic control and disappeared over the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Rehoboth Beach. Philadelphia police confirm Stein had been a patient at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital where he was being treated for a rare form of cancer. Hospital spokesman Walter Heisenberg says doctors from Stein's surgical team went to visit him on rounds when they discovered his room was empty. Security footage shows Stein leaving the building at approximately 3:30 Thursday afternoon, but then the video feed mysteriously cuts off. Authorities say they believe Stein took an Uber to the Philadelphia airport where they assume he somehow gained access to the aircraft.

"The sea was angry that day," said NTSB lead investigator Greg Fields in a press conference. "We have no idea where Mr. Stein may be, but any hope for a rescue is unlikely."

Stein's location isn't the only mystery. It seems no one in his life knew his exact occupation.

His daughter, Alex Walsh of Wilmington appeared shocked by the news. "My dad couldn't even fly a plane. He owned restaurants in Boulder, Colorado and knew every answer on Jeopardy. He did the New York Times crossword in pen. I talked to him that day and he told me he was going out to get some grappa. All he ever wanted was a glass of grappa."

Stein's brother, Jim echoed similar confusion. "Rick and I owned Stuart Kingston Galleries together. He was a jeweler and oriental rug dealer, not a pilot." Meanwhile, Missel Leddington of Charlottesville claimed her brother was a cartoonist and freelance television critic for the New Yorker.

David Walsh, Stein's son-in-law, said he was certain Stein was a political satirist for the Huffington Post while grandsons Drake and Sam said they believed Stein wrote an internet sports column for ESPN covering Duke basketball, FC Barcelona soccer, the Denver Broncos and the Tour de France. Stein's granddaughter Evangeline claims he was a YouTube sensation who had just signed a seven-figure deal with Netflix.

When told of his uncle's disappearance, Edward Stein said he was baffled since he believed Stein worked as a trail guide in Rocky Mountain National Park. "He took me on a hike up the Lily Peak Trail back in the 90s. He knew every berry, bush and tree on that trail." Nephew James Stein of Los Angeles claimed his uncle was an A&R consultant for Bad Boy records and ran a chain of legal recreational marijuana dispensaries in Colorado called Casablunta. Niece Courtney Stein, a former Hollywood agent, said her uncle had worked as a contributing writer for Seinfeld and Curb Your Enthusiasm and was currently consulting on a new series with Larry David.

People who knew Stein have reported his occupation as everything from gourmet chef and sommelier to botanist, electrician, mechanic and even spy novelist. Police say the volume of contradictory information will make it nearly impossible to pinpoint Stein's exact location.

In fact, the only person who might be able to answer the question, who is the real Rick Stein is his wife and constant companion for the past 14 years, Susan Stein. Detectives say they were unable to interview Mrs. Stein, however neighbors say they witnessed her leaving the home the couple shared wearing dark sunglasses and a fedora, loading multiple suitcases into her car. FAA records show she purchased a pair of one-way tickets to Rome which was Mr. Stein's favorite city. An anonymous source with the airline reports the name used to book the other ticket was Juan Morefore DeRoad, which, according to the FBI, was an alias Stein used for many years.

That is one story.

Another story is that Rick never left the hospital and died peacefully with his wife and his daughter holding tightly to his hands.

You can choose which version you want to believe or share your own story about Rick with us at the Greenville Country Club on Friday, November 9, 2018 from 3:00-6:00pm or at the Hotel Boulderado on Thursday, November 29th from 3:00-6:00pm.

For online condolences, please visit www.chandlerfuneralhome.com.





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Published in The News Journal on Oct. 7, 2018.
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September 17, 2020
To all of those who had the pleasure and privilege of knowing Mr. R. Stein: I only came across Mr. Stein's obits after reading something that mentioned a "Rick Stein." So...I "Googled" the name. Got a British TV presenter, and decided that perhaps that was not the correct "Rick." So...I tried the search again and added the term "America." THAT is where I happened upon the handsome picture displayed here in this obit. I would have NEVER left not ONE comment, save I have NEVER...in my ENTIRE life...EVER read an obit--that--before even arriving to the "punchline" I was smiling from ear-to-ear! This was greater than finding out that "Princess Leia" had been "strangled by her bra."-->ANYWAY! Um, I just wanted to say that, if I could have been so blessed in the passing of a gentleman, how much more were his countless friends, family, loved ones, colleagues, and other passersby on the Stein Train...how much more were YOU ALL blessed...DAILY with actually being IN his life? Sometimes the LORD GOD creates such people that--even upon them no longer being with us--plant such seeds of merriment and joy, that--upon their moving on in their journey--leave us with the blossoms and blooms--fruit borne from their souls...now deposited and left in ours! Like when a man plants a fruit tree or two in his backyard, and then--decades later--new families occupy the house--and for decades to come the entire neighborhood is blessed by the bounty of good fruit left behind by that one "Johnny Appleseed!" AGAIN--I never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Rick Stein, and, to wit, I have NO CLUE if the is--indeed--the gentleman mentioned in the story that brought me here in the first place. One thing that I DO KNOW--however--is that I haven't smiled that hard, and for THAT LONG (thanks to this obitu-RARE-ry!!!) in AGES! I assume...that perhaps--THIS Mr. Stein must have infused such good humor and good tidings into those left behind to write such a JOYOUS obit! I say what a legacy of a man! To have never met him, yet be joyful that he existed! And it only took a matter of minutes! I am sorry for your "loss" of this rare gem formed by the Almighty GOD--but I marvel at what a gain and a boon to the LORD GOD's little planet Mr. Stein seemed to apparently be! Only a truly rare and MARVELOUS gemstone could carve out such a sentiment as expressed by those left behind and tasked to construct a last words--of such--on someone so much larger and so much greater than life itself! IDK--thanks for that! And I'm happy to still be smiling! Again, to ALL of those who knew Mr. Stein--I am TRULY sorry for your loss, but GOD BLESS YOU for having known someone who--even when "no longer with us" can bring such GENUINE and GREAT smiles to so many...even a COMPLETE and TOTAL stranger...like me! THANKS! AND may GOD sustain you and bless you ALL with continued joy in the memories of your loved one--Mr. Rick Stein! With Love--A. Nancy Noebaahdhi (or "random person from "Hot 'Lanta..." whichever you chose to believe!) *Hugs and smiles to you all, with warm love meant and intended!
P.S. They asked for the relationship had. I wanted to put "Stranger" but I put "Student" as I learned to live life in a way that makes others smile when you're no longer present with them. So...I learned from this great teaching!
A. Nancy Noebaahdhi
Student
January 10, 2020
it was a dark and stormy tuesday afternoon when I got the message that dear, dear Father Rick had gone to glory. he was a great priest and friend, and he will be sorely missed by all the ladies of the st. ignatius of overlook ladies auxiliary and monday night football club. his inspired and inspiring sermons will be missed by all, and his delight in blowing out the altar candles (to the dismay of the altar guild) are memories shared by the whole congregation. farewell, father rick, and may you rise in glory.
RoseAnn Evans
October 7, 2019
It is official, he shall be presumed dead no longer! I know this because he came ripping through the carport 9/21/19 squealing the tires on my Dad's '95 Corvette, the top was down Rick was yelling at my Dad to get in. Dad did a swan dive into the car, none of us could act fast enough to stop them. They went peeling out of the driveway headed south on Route 11...
Allison Rittiner
October 2, 2019
We had supper with Rick last night. Liver and onions, of course. Always his favorite.

As usual, the cat sat on his lap and begged for leftovers.
Knancy Simon
October 1, 2019
While in the diminutive German village of Rommelsdoff (east of Cologne) I heard a booming voice singing the Rivers Of Babylon. It was the siren sound of a life well lived. Several people had already walked over to the sausage vendor and were listening intently to his wonderful voice. Having known Rick Stein while working backstage at the Grand Ole Opre, I immediately recognized him when he emphasized Zion. Our eyes met and Rick realized who I was immediately. He winked at me and put his index finger to his lips. That was just two weeks ago.
Don Yates
October 1, 2019
Just the other evening, coming back from watching the football, I decided to visit my local chip shop. I wasn't paying much attention while in the queue, until a couple of ladies ahead of me started swooning when the guy behind the counter began to sing Teddy Bear in a very accurate Elvis voice. Even I thought it had to be The King himself, it was so exactly like the record, but no! He denied it when I asked, but I am convinced that guy in my local chip shop was our beloved Rick. Uh huh huh.
Roger Noble
Student
May 30, 2019
To the family of Rick Stein

We are all so sorry to hear of Rick's untimely death. He will be sorely missed by the world-famous Eunice Symphony Orchestra.

Rick has been a regular attender at every concert and once took up a collection to buy shoes for our bass player.

An especially poignant memory for us all is April 14, 2019, the final evening he served as our guest conductor. Rick wildly danced the hokey pokey while conducting the orchestra's rendition of Funeral March of a Marionette

A tragic loss of a truly talented man.

RIP Rick.
Nancy Simon
May 27, 2019
Ummm..Rick & I had a couple of cold beers last night at Sharkey's in Panama City Beach, Fl. He was going to rent a pontoon boat today and I was going to go with him. I woke up with a hangover and skipped the trip. I don't quite remember where he was headed next, but I think he said Graceland? I look forward to Rick's next visit here, we had a good time!
Diane Roberts
May 24, 2019
So shocked to hear that Rick died and all the mysterious things about his life. My condolences go out to the family. We were family friends beginning with Maury and Mel, Nita, all the kids and remember the great times in Rehoboth.
Julie Kimelman Allen
Friend
May 16, 2019
"... only hope there are people who will care enough to share something so engaging about me whenever/however my life ends...."

What an awesome thought and what an awesome family!!!

couldn't agree more, i was so happy to see another entry today! THANK YOU, YOU WONDERFUL FAMILY, for sharing your kindness and love!
valerie becker
May 15, 2019
What a lucky man, whatever the truth of his life and death may be. I only hope there are people who will care enough to share something so engaging about me whenever/however my life ends.
What an awesome family.
Kathleen Madrid
March 8, 2019
I didn't know your dad. I don't know your family. But that is the most touching tribute I've ever read. It made me laugh and it made me cry.
I hope that time is helping to ease your pain.
Bless you.

Sari Bobbin
Queensbury, NY
Sari Bobbin
January 29, 2019
Condolences to everyone on the loss of a great man. Rest in paradise Rick.
K W
January 23, 2019
Rick's love for "small creatures that creepeth" is well-known. Suffice it to say that when Philly experienced a record 8 degrees at dawn earlier this week, it would have been a cold morning indeed for my pair of pet mice in the yard--they don't go far, believe me--had Rick not helped with the painstaking task of knitting two tiny sweaters for them around Labor Day last year. We met in the knitting shop where I spotted a man in a fedora lovingly fondling the acrylics. His eye for detail and flair for the growing and highly competitive field of pet fashion turned out to be unmatched, and I'll be forever thankful that he insisted on helping with the selection of the yarn itself. I was going for a combination of red and green that I thought would look "Christmasy" this winter and had my heart set on an "ugly sweater" theme. It was Rick who suggested the admittedly drabber brown and green we ultimately went with instead, and the tiny leaf pattern that I personally would never have thought of, to camouflage them from predators. (It's true that he is not so excited about the "larger things that pounceth.") Now I watch from the window and laugh and laugh as one stray cat after another attempts to catch my mice but stops in confusion as they--thanks to their cleverly designed little outfits--seem to "disappear" into the shrubbery just as Rick said they would!!!
Rosa Michnya
January 1, 2019
My condolences to you all. Please know that Rick lives on as I've stolen Juan Morefore DeRoad as my online moniker.
Ed H.
December 27, 2018
I believe the first story. And I always will.
Brian E Brandt
November 3, 2018
Rick,

My daughter shares a birthday with the day Rick passed, so there is a little poetry in discussing his passing presently. I took time this morning to read his obituary to my teenagers, who haven't seen him in several years. As I began, my youngest (and the most literal of my two), was wide-eyed in disbelief and wondered why they weren't searching harder for his plane. As I continued, a sly smile crept onto my older daughter's face, as she began to realize the unveiling of the real Rick through fiction -- as reality often manifests.

Our Saturday morning entertainment comes thanks to you, wonderful Rick, and this vast entourage of your admirers, co-conspirators, distant, unknown and nonexistent friends and relatives! Uplifting! Reminds me how important it is to live and love with gusto, flair, and passion. Humanity just moved up a notch in my mind today!! Love all those who posted and I don't know any of you.

I wish there were more Rick Steins and Rick-Stein admirer-types in the world. What an exquisitely wonderful world it would be!
Katia Patterson
October 31, 2018
Beautiful obituary. Please accept my sincere condolences. May the God of all comfort provides you with the comfort you will need during this difficult time.
October 29, 2018
Rick and I were part of a two-person mindreading act in the late 70's and early 80's. We were fortunate enough to perform for many people, from farmers to celebrities, and heads of state, including the then director of the CIA. We were then asked to help deep cover CIA agents in the subtle art of mindreading. As a result and mainly due to Rick's extraordinary mental skills, more than a few terrible events were averted and several "bad actors" were brought to justice.


We broke up the act when some of the "bad actor" controllers sought us out in revenge. I won't go into details here, but Rick saved my skin a few times as well by accurately predicting when foul play was about to befall me.


His gifts of precognition and telepathy are legendary in the mentalist community. We lost a good one when Rick passed on.


Now, Rick knows all and is hoping sending telepathic messages of love and hope to those he cared for.
Terry Tyson
October 27, 2018
So sorry - and what an amazing way to be remembered! Mary K. Farmer Shaughnessy, Holton-Arms class of '68.
October 25, 2018
Rick saved me from a certain death at Dunn's River Falls in Jamaica. I was slipping on the rocks, freezing in the water, and stubbed the living crap out of my big toe. Bleeding, crying, scared of the rest of the trek down the rocks, I collapsed on the bed of the bank. I could go no further. Rick helped me up and pulled a flask out of pocket and lifted my lips up to the best sangria I ever had. Immediately the flush of well-being set in.... he escorted me down the falls to safety. I saw him again at Jamaica's hot spot "Rick's Bar" cliff diving from the ledge. I think if you all check on his whereabouts, you will be pleasantly surprised.
Ziggy Marley
October 24, 2018
My sincere condolences for your loss. May God be a source of comfort during this time. Ps. 94:19 When anxieties overwhelmed me, You comforted and soothed me.
October 22, 2018
Mr. Stein threatened me with litigation and thus when we launched the beer campaign for "The Most Interesting Man in The World" We were forced to claim he was a figment of alcoholic imagination. But obviously it could only be based on quick Rick.
Dos Equis
October 22, 2018
I met Juan or Rick as you've written many years ago in Rome. I was vacationing there as a guest of my cousin who was involved in creating a conference center with the Vatican as his client. We had met Juan and his lovely wife twice before but as he walked toward us for a third meeting, a motorcade pulled up beside him, stopped, and out came several security agents and Pope John Paul II. Imagine my shock when the pontiff knelt down and spoke in perfect English, "I keel before thy holiness".
J Gavin Lipka
October 21, 2018
I'm in shock. I had an intense crush on Rick in 1979 and was lucky enough to date him. He once told me a story about how he and his buddies would put places in a pot and blindly pick out a place to go for the weekend with no clothing or luggage and just buy their attire once they arrived. I moved to Denver in 1981 and Rick moved to Boulder some time after that. I have good memories of Rick and a clear knowledge of what he did for a living both in Delaware and in Colorado. At Stuart Kingston he was a jeweler and I was surprised when he opened restaurants in Boulder. This was a man of many talents so he may have done some of everything listed. Wherever he is he will be missed by those who knew and loved him.
Michele Fields
October 20, 2018



Condolences to the family.
Belden Raymond
October 20, 2018
Its been many years but he taught every dog I ever owned, how to swim. He started them off wearing life jackets while he oared a boat around a lake. To get them use to the water. Eventually, he would toss out a rubber ducky for them to jump in and fetch. The ones most scared, Rick would jump in first and grab the duck by his mouth. To show them what to do. He wore paw gloves and flippers to look like paws. But the best, was the special swim suit he wore that had a tail he could make wag to prove its fun in water. Such a delightful man who did not mind looking silly. Just so some dogs could learn to swim. He even taught one to be a life guard!
L Johnson
October 19, 2018
Rick Stein helped me identify eight species of edible mushroom, and two that were not so good. But what a memorable weekend!
John Montague
October 19, 2018
My sympathy upon the passing of your dad and grandfather. Your loving and special tribute to this man has fostered a loving community of fellowship and support for your family from all across the world. We need more peaceful communication and I think your Dad would have LOVED all of this. In lieu of saying Grace one night last week, as our entire family dined on a vacation trip, our daughter read Rick's obituary and we toasted him. To Rick, wherever he has landed!
Pam Orndorff and Family
October 18, 2018
After losing my vision during a football game as a youth, I was depressed and lonely. Football was the only thing I cared about as a kid. I could sing a little, but it was just for fun.

One day I was singing outside and really belting some big notes. When I was finished I heard the unmistakable noise of someone clapping. A man approached me and said kid, you got the voice of an angel. "You may not be able to see anymore, but the world deserves to hear your voice. Even a blind man can see your talent."

After that kind man told me this and raised my confidence, I devoted my life to singing. That man was Rick Stein.
Andrea Bocelli
October 18, 2018
Ringo and Rick
Rick was a forgotten but very significant factor in the success of the Beatles. Those of you Beatles buffs who know Beatles history will recall that John Lennon and Paul McCartney were playing at the same venues in Liverpool for 2 years when Paul brought in George Harrison, convincing John that George would help them get to the next level. But they remained fairly local for yet another year until someone introduced them to Ringo Starr. It was Rick Stein who introduced John, Paul, and George to Ringo. Once Ringo was part of the Beatles, they took off like a rocket soon after Rick Stein convinced Ed Sullivan to have them on his show. The rest is history. Until now, Rick Stein was a forgotten part of that incredible history. But you might notice him on the cover of Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. He's right behind that lady with the big blue hat on the left.

P.S. Did you notice that Father Mckenzie was the presiding official at the funeral?
Billy Shears
October 18, 2018
I told you we we're drinking, this was the only clear picture we got on the whole trip!
Bless the souls who are wild and free
Unbounded by rules and politics
Not hindered by the five senses
Bless the souls who are wild and free
God help that soul to be me.......

I admit, we we're drinking when we wrote this on our train trip through Alaska after college, but it was the last "hurrah" before entering the real world and Ricks wild and free soul was apparent long before he left this world. I was always inspired by his soul.
Allison Rittiner
October 17, 2018
He was my favorite ballroom dancing partner. We'll dance again someday.
With love and respect,
Elizabeth
October 17, 2018
World War 2 Ace.
B H
October 17, 2018
I did not know Rick....but I sure wish I had! I think my life would be much richer had I met him.
Ronda Vannoy
October 16, 2018
Peace, love and light to you all. What a fantastic send off.
Meagan Watkins
October 15, 2018
It was supposed to be a quick paddle-board trip around Point Wilson but it quickly became a life-and-death situation as the riptides started dragging us towards the San Juans, through the shipping channel. That would have been pretty bad by itself but there were heavy winds screaming down the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Even the resident orcas were scrambling for safe harbor. I had just finished writing my own obituary in my head when a chopper came out of nowhere and sent down a rescue bucket! It must have been Rick! Of course there was so much noise and water and screaming and crying that it was hard to have a conversation with him, but I remember that he said, "Ma'am, no problem. I just happened to be here with the chopper and the winch. Sit back and relax with some single malt scotch while I fly you back home."
Naomi Arhat
October 15, 2018
There is NOTHING worse than being on stage with a thousand different people watching and waiting for you to bust out the first song of your set and your hypeman not being there to back you up. That's when I seen him, Rick Stein came from backstage as the smoke machine filled the stage with fog. The beat dropped, I began my first verse and by God as my witness there was Rick Stein hyping me knowing every single word to my songs with perfect timing in unison.
I'm not sure what COULD have happened in that moment when I didn't have a hypeman but I do know with Rick Stein spitting on the mic it was the best performance of my life. He will be missed... R.I.P Emcee Rick Stein.
Jason Tampanello
October 15, 2018
I was adrift in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea on a poorly made raft, with only a knife and my wits. I threw the knife at a fish, missed and was about to despair when Rick appeared in a rowboat. He pulled me to safety and cared for me until I was well enough to walk. By that point, he had earned my undying loyalty and then took me along for a heist of the greatest casinos in the Balkans. He played poker better than Sinatra and could dance better than Jesus. Rest easy, Rick.
October 15, 2018
Sincere condolences to the family. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure in your heart and it lives forever. May the wonderful treasures fill your hearts with love and bring you peace, Hosea 13:14.
October 15, 2018

Sorry to hear about your loss. May the God of all comfort give you strength and peace during this difficult time.
Jeremiah 29:11
- with heartfelt sympathy
October 15, 2018
When I was in Vietnam in 1970, Rick appeared to me as a winged angel with a spare belt of M-60 ammo..... and a couple extra WP grenades.....We waxed 'em that day, RICK!!
Dennis V ogt
October 15, 2018
As a resident of Wilmington, DE I can affirm, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Rick Stein passed while in the midst of conducting a valuable service to our country. As a 'Black Ops' federal agent, Rick was known as a master of disguise, recently working undercover in the trade of black market Legos. He'd assumed the alias of Jane 'Brick Mama' DuPlasse, a 5'3" tall Eurasian woman with a penchant for skulduggery and a VERY short fuse. Under this assumed identity, he had risen quickly to the rank of Second Lieutenant where he was charged with all North American distribution efforts. The position was wrought with peril and he had to be pulled from the assignment when his assumed life started to mix too closely with his real life. Rick Stein, you will be missed.
John Wiz
October 15, 2018
Rick taught me to play guitar. We're jammin' again.
Jimi Hendricks
October 15, 2018
Rest in peace, Rick. I'll never forget the time my family and I were on a camping trip on the east side of the Sierra and a hawk swooped down and picked up our dog by the strap of her harness. I started screaming, seemingly in vain, as the hawk flew off with its dinner, soaring higher and higher up in the air. Fortunately Rick Stein was staying in the campsite right next to us and he managed to quickly turn a climbing robe into a lasso and he lassoed that pup right out of the hawk's grasp. Thanks, Rick for saving my best friend.
Sarah Pittman
October 14, 2018
There I was, on Lake Muroc, fly-fishing off a jet-ski and having absolutely no success. But, there was a man fishing from an ancient row boat and filling it with MONSTER fish. When I asked how he did it, he reached into his bathing suit and came out with a night crawler.

"I keep my worms warm."

He said it was a trick he learned from a dead Indian and I was free to use it.

With his passing I think it's only fitting that I pass it along to all, to add to his legacy to the world.
Dale Warren
October 14, 2018
I envy people who really got to know Mr. Stein. I am sure he'll be deeply missed.
I am reading this from thousands of miles away wondering if the Rick Stein I got to know while traveling to South America is the same one. I remember him telling me about his beloved family and friends back home.
I am sure he'll be happy seeing people around the world joining this celebration of life. Que descanses en paz!
Maria Cantero
October 14, 2018
Rick... I wish I knew you before you went on this journey... I'm not going to write any phony story about you like others do...but...I wish my daughter will have a courage and reason to write similar obituary... You did good!
Andre *
October 14, 2018
Rick Stein. Rick Stein! The original first words of Mark Twain's classic, Tom Sawyer. How did Mark Twain already know Mr. Stein so long before he was even born? Most people know that Twain was born when Halley's comet passed the Earth and died when it next passed. This amazing fact led him to know greatness even before it was incarnate. He only changed the name to Tom Sawyer to avoid future copyright problems once Mr. Stein was born.

A great man is only as great as the love he creates in others. That's how we all know Rick Stein was the greatest. My condolences to his wonderful, loved family.
Kathy Roberts
October 14, 2018
I Was Just informed that he was one of our group that is tracking and concealing several family units of Big Foot, around the country, his good works will be missed, and will ensure that the species will continue to exist without interference.

Thanks to him.
Bubba Hodges
October 14, 2018
So sorry to hear of your passing Ricardo!! I will never forget our balloon ride around the world that summer. God bless you and your family.
Tia Maloney
October 14, 2018
Rick taught me two of the most important lessons of life. How to tie a bow-tie and how to live life like every day is your last.

He will be missed.

CK
Chris K
October 14, 2018
This is hard to believe. It was only a couple of weeks ago when Rick and I were crossing a live volcano crater in Hawaii, and he spotted a young lady in trouble. She had got stuck, encircled by spitting liquid lava and it looked like she was toast. I was completely unable to help, my asbestos boots were on fire and I was choking from the fumes, but Rick was fine and, even though he was barefoot, he managed to almost stroll across, pick the girl up and effortlessly carry her to safety. We stopped by a bar later that afternoon for a couple of swift gins, but then made his apologies and he said he had be away. He had to see some mysterious high-up figure, very influential in world matters; he said I'd meet him myself in time, but not yet. The last I saw of him he walked alone into a grove of koa trees, looked around and waved his fedora, then he - and the entire grove of trees - faded away before my very eyes. I'll miss him. Goodbye, old friend.
Will
October 14, 2018
Lorraine Sommerfeld
October 14, 2018
As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.
Psalm 147:3
October 14, 2018
Rick showing me how to ski
Dear Rick's family,
I wasn't a naughty little secret, simply someone who wanted to learn to waterski. Rick was in Michigan for the promotion of one of his products, ( new restaurant equipment being made at DELFIELD). He was with a buddy of his that had a souped-up Merc 125 motor on a speedboat out near Veterinarian Dr. Pohl's place on Coldwater Lake.
I wanted to learn to ski. Rick gave me some pointers and I kept falling. Rick finally (and he was soo patient), hopped out of his friends' boat, and we were able to water ski side by side. He taught me how to have the pull rope pull me up out of the water, and not anticipate it. He spoke of the love he had for his wife and kids...and how he appreciated them allowing him to travel as much as he did. God Loves Rick...and Rick loved everyone.
Donna Kriss
October 14, 2018
One of the best kept dirty little secrets in Hollywood is that Rick Stein once wrote a crackerjack screenplay entitled "Waiting For Guffman". Rick and I became friends shortly after I joined his much sought after Writers Workshop in L.A. I was an out of work actress down on my luck and Rick had once seen me in a play, "Bingo With The Indians" at an intimate theatre known as "The Flea" in downtown Manhattan and Rick was impressed with my work.
Rick's film had been optioned and green-lit with Rick as the Director. He was given complete control over the project and offered me the plum role of Sheila Albertson. I jumped at the opportunity.
Little did Rick know that Christopher Guest had just finished a script with a similar title, "Waiting For Grappa" but the similarity ended there. Guest's film was about a wealthy, bourgeois, would-be wine connoisseur whose only goal was the pursuit and attainment of the finest bottles of Grappa in Italy. To that end he bought as many as he could get his hands on, cornered the market, and sold the bottles for astronomical fees making him a multi-millionaire.
Guest got wind of "Waiting For Guffman" and immediately filed a massive lawsuit claiming that Rick had stolen his film.
Several years passed as the lawsuit wore on and the lawyers fees were crushing Rick's spirit. He finally walked away from the project.
Lucky for us because that's what led Rick to "Seinfeld" and his brilliant, long term collaboration with Larry David. When David was finally reached for comment regarding the real story of "Guffman" all he could do was shake his head and mutter "It was pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty bad." Meanwhile, Guest's project, now re-titled "Waiting For Guffman" became a Cult sensation. Catherine O'Hara played the part that was stolen from me. Disillusioned, I returned to my hometown and got my old job back at the D.Q. where I make Blizzards. I usually serve a bottle of Coke with them. I want to specialize in making healthy, low fat, or maybe no-fat Blizzards.
There will never be another Rick Stein. They broke the mold when they made him. Rick, this Blizzard's for you and what we almost had together. I will never forget you.
Libby Mae Brown
October 14, 2018
I was shocked to hear of your loss. I thought your Dad was a Catholic Deacon as he heard my confession at St Peter's in Rome. Always wondered about the penance he gave me, go drink a couple of glasses of grappa! May he rest in peace!
Tony B
October 14, 2018
I never got the chance to thank Rick for the time he broke me out of that prison in Kazakhstan. We had both been falsely accused of bribing a government official to open a falafel restaurant, and then he somehow got the key that opened our cell. I was hallucinating from the tuberculous I had contracted while in prison, subsisting off weeks-old borscht and camel's milk, but somehow Rick got me out of the prison and onto that old Antonov An-22 held together with twine and potatoes.

The last thing I remember was flying over the Tien Shen mountains and the next thing I know I woke up in that military hospital in Landstuhl, Germany.

Rick was gone, but he'd left behind the bag of gold we'd gotten from that government official, and a fresh falafel.

, Rick.

.
Nate Fleming
October 14, 2018
Rick was so smart, yet humble. When he had time, he worked part time at Costco. Most skilled man to use a yellow highlighter ever. I am so glad when I met him when I walked in there that he told me someone need to make a better pillow and mattress topper. He also said he'd help me if I wanted him too. Well, he really did all the work. I just helped a little.

I wanted to call our pillow invention "Rick's Pillow", but he told me he didn't need any money or notoriety. He suggested just to call it mine and keep all the money I made. He said he would know and that's all the thanks he needed. Well, I many pillows and I owe all my fortunes to him.

If not for that chance encounter, I might be have been making blinker fluid or headlight oil for cars instead and be in a shack somewhere instead of being the pillow man.

Thanks, My Rick!!!!
Mike Lindell
October 14, 2018
While it's such a minor accomplishment in his life, he also was the designer of the 1960's Batmobile and inventor of Pet Rocks and the Connect 4 vertical checkers game. History will forever show he was the very first man ever to win the game diagonally.
October 13, 2018
I never knew Rick Stein and I will most likely never know his family but I'm thankful for them sharing Rick with all of us. Their imagination created a sense of community and a different way of viewing death. I don't know you, but I love and thank all of you.

And in the spirit of imagination...

Rick Stein is the famous and notorious B.D Cooper. It was with his passing, the family who have known and kept his secret, sought to honor him by acknowledging it to the world. The announcement like B.D. Cooper's infamous heist was miraculously structured and executed. It revealed his identity, while allowing the legacy of the mystery to continue.

Sent with love and thanks,
A
AM G
October 13, 2018
Condolences to an amazing family.
October 13, 2018
It was back in '94. A neighbor's house had a fire. The family managed to get out safely. But the two family cats were still in the basement. After hearing the family's cries....I noticed a tall man rush thru the crowd with his fire gear still in dress. The crowd became hushed, as we waited to see if the pets would make it out. Within seconds, the tall fire fighter bustled thru the smoke with two big tabbies in arms. Gently he placed them on the grass and began mouth to mouth. I had never seen anything like this. Who was this man? What courage! And then I heard his name whispered in the midst...Rick Stein. Amazing.
Terry
October 13, 2018
I desperately want to be Rick's friend!
I do realize that I have to wait my turn in this very long line, but I do have experience in cutting into long lines without people realizing !
I know when we actually meet, we will become instant BFF's, BC we Have so much in common!
Looking for those Rainbows Rick Stein I know you must be Riding High on One of Them!
Lois Edelstein
October 13, 2018
My HVAC guy just left after fixing my unit. He said his name was Rick Stein(so did his name tag). He gave me a couple of tips on how to keep the unit running in tip-top shape & then tuned the piano in the den that was left to me by my grandma. He played some excellent ragtime for us to ensure it was in working order and took off in a "Bob's A/C & Heating" van. The bill he left us was only for $7.27. Hmmm.... could it be the Rick Stein known & loved by all? He certainly looked like the photo - minus the fedora. The guy is one helluva handyman.
AverageJoe
October 13, 2018
My deepest condolences to Rick's family - you are going to miss him (but just for awhile) - I really thought he was here in the studio with me today! After Rick helped me compose "Uptown Funk" with a lot of input on the choreography (I never could dance that well) - he was doing the sound mix for my new album to be released shortly. I agonized over the lyrics - Rick made my words pure gold. Thank goodness he showed up! I am very hesitant to release this album until he gives his final thumbs up, as usual. I will wait for his sign. Blessings to Rick's family, may peace and goodness follow you always.
Bruno Mars
October 13, 2018
Deepest condolences
Amy Greenwell
October 13, 2018
when picking broadleaf tobacco under acres of white tentcloth, it was sticky humid and hot and dusty dirty. But Rick could pick a "bent" faster than the Puerto Rican and Jamaican guys, and they knew it.
Being paid on piece work behooved Rick, who wouldn't sport his Rolex out there, under the merciless Connecticut River valley skies. He earned his 1962 dollars and rarely spent any.
Bruce Alexander
October 13, 2018
My Condolences Stein family,
Just read the news about Rick! It is true, Rick was a great Gourmet Chef. Meet in the late 70s at Chez Panissee with the greats Alice Waters and Jeremiah Trotter. He introduced us to Farm to Table 40 years ago, quite the Renaissance man. Well, if I know Rick he's cooking up a storm in the heavens. Rest in peace my friend, you were a kind gentle soul with an awesome smile.
Chef MJPanasuk
October 13, 2018
I never met Rick but believe I may be a lost relative of this family-anyway I feel I would enjoy them all them and wish them love. Sharon in Iowa
October 13, 2018
Great obituary. When I die, I hope my children will report I died in bed, with Charlize Theron and Jennifer Lawrence each holding my hand.
I hope your dad realized how much you loved him.
John Simpson
October 13, 2018
I'm sure I saw Rick enjoying Chips and salsa at Garcia's just yesterday.
Shawn Baxter
October 13, 2018
To the Stein Family,

My deepest condolences on the loss of your loved one, Rick. May his memory, which will live on in not only your hearts and souls, but in the memories of the millions of people who read his remarkable daughter's words, be for a blessing. He was clearly a wonderful and interesting person.

I hope that laughter infuses your tears in this time of sorrow.

And, thank you for sharing this private moment with the Universe.

Susan Kaplan
Tucson, AZ
Susan Kaplan
October 13, 2018
May the God of all comfort strengthen the family during this time of deep sorrow. Those who pass on, God keeps in his memory because they are precious in his eyes. My sincerest condolences. (Psalms 116:15)
October 13, 2018
What a wonderful and fantastic tribute to your loved one. I laughed and cried. God Bless you all.
Marquetta Witt
October 13, 2018
I was always a fan of his novels however his articulate and accurate biography of Churchill will go down as my favourite. A life well lived Rick. Thank you for those words.
Jane Grant
October 13, 2018
Rick and I used to color together. He made his own crayons and he had every shade in the rainbow,

He is now coloring a masterpiece from above.

May peace and laughter and love surround all of you.
Marti Wiseman
October 13, 2018
This just had me burst into tears! I love this glorious man that clearly left us too soon and whom I've never met.
melissa porras
October 13, 2018
I only met Rick briefly, during his sabbatical in New Zealand.

We found ourselves standing on the side of the training ground one windy morning, watching the All Blacks go through their paces. There was a new chap there, the upcoming Jonah Lomu. He was strong, but not fast and to be honest a bit clumsy.

Despite knowing nothing about the game, Rick ran on to the pitch after one particular poor set piece and berated Jonah. Jonah complained that there was no one strong enough to tackle him and he needed that practice, so for the next two hours Rick piled into Jonah time and time again, teaching Jonah different ways to avoid the tackle.

Remember when Lomu ran right over Mike Catt in 1995? Rick taught him that move.

Kia kaha, Rick.
Billy T
October 13, 2018
The real Rick Stein was a close friend and mentor. He traveled a lot to Australia where I first met him collecting witchetty grubs in the outback when he was living with a family of indigenous people. His deep understanding of indigenous culture and lifestyle was second to none. He taught me how to survive in the desert and throw a boomerang. I stayed in touch with him for many years and he always said he would return to the outback to die. Farewell me old cobber.
Stewart Richmond
October 12, 2018
As a young racer with years of experience in open-wheel racing, I was used to winning championships in the United States Auto Club. My goal, however, was to win the Indy 500. I was recruited to start racing in the Winston Cup, and a few people came out of retirement to join my pit crew. During my first few races, I had problems adjusting to the larger NASCAR stock cars and comms systems. After some retraining, I was able to master drafting and slingshot my way past Rick into first place at Darlington.

Rick and I raced tooth-and-nail for several races until we both were seriously injured at Daytona 400. During our recovery in the hospital in addition to some direct intervention by the president of NASCAR, dare I say Rick and I became friends. I was discharged from the hospital and was able to return to racing before Rick was. There was some internal tension between another driver and I on my team, and I wrecked my car into his during a race which caused us both to be ejected.

When Rick found out that he had to undergo brain surgery to fix a broken blood vessel, he gracefully offered to let me drive his car at the Daytona 500. Despite engine and transmission issues, I was again able to defeat the other driver on my team by going inside on the last lap, thus ensuring Rick's legacy would be honored that day for years to come. Rick, wherever you are - thank you for being there for your family and friends throughout all these years, and thanks for your being there during our days of thunder.
Cole Trickle
October 12, 2018
1982. I was trying to wrap filming. I had just one scene left but it was a biggie: the kid and the critter on the bike, flying in front of the moon. Vital. But the kid got mumps, somebody ran over the critter puppet with a golf cart, and the wires holding up the bike got inexplicably, irredeemably tangled. I don't mind telling you I used some language that could not have appeared in the movie.

Someone tapped my arm. Never seen him before. Fedora, trench coat, mask, holding a trumpet and a spoon. What the hell?

I'll do it, he said, all calm.

At that moment the stray cat I'd been offered by the repentant golf-cart driver as a stand-in for the puppet jumped on my head. It slipped, started to fall, and dug in with its claws. I wound up with four-inch scratches all down my head and back. I gave up any pretense that the world made sense.

Fine! I snapped. A grown man is going to create the silhouette of a small boy and an alien on a bike flying in front of the moon. Sure. Whatever. Record the score for the scene too while you're at it, why don't you.

He shrugged. Sure.

Of course I figured he was nuts. I decided to go grab a burger. I collared one of the security guys. I gotta get out of here for a few, I said. Don't let him damage anything. Probably have you toss him out when I get back.

The security guy nodded. As I turned to go I heard him say to the masked man, How are you even going to do this?

You know how some people use their hands and a flashlight to make amazing shapes on the wall? It's like that, but with my whole body. And the moon.

I shook my head and kept walking. Lotta weirdos in this business.

Course we all know how that turned out. I'd've put him in the credits heck, I'd've used him in other movies, I'd've made his career but I never saw him again. All I had was the business card he mailed me months later: just the silhouette of the boy and the critter on the bike, with R. Stein, Extraordinaire.

The score sounded pretty good, too. Williams never did realize I used Stein's on-set live version.
S. Spielberg, as told to Christina B
October 12, 2018
It was 1942. Pearl Harbor was fresh in everyone's mind, and we were determined, but our spirits needed a boost. I had composed Fanfare for the Common Man to answer this need, but with all our young men rushing off to enlist, I was having a devil of a time finding an orchestra. I was sitting in my hotel room late one night, consoling myself with a drop of something, when a knock came at the door.

Quickly, he said, to the recording studio! We haven't got much time. I blinked at him in confusion. Who was this masked man? But I noticed he held a trumpet, and suddenly hope bloomed in my heart.

In the cab, I asked him how much time he and the rest of the orchestra would need to familiarize themselves with the music. Recording without extensive practice first I shuddered to think how it would sound. Already know it, he grunted. And there is no rest of the orchestra' no time I've got a time-vortex to my next contact in four hours.

Already know it?? But my man, I haven't let that score out of my sight!

In reply, he merely flipped open his satchel. It held several large envelopes, each labeled Solution: with a name. My name appeared on the first envelope, from which protruded a copy of my work. I caught only the merest glimpse of the other envelopes I recall seeing on Braun, ppenheimer, errestrialielberg and ony Expre before he shut the satchel.

I clamped my jaw on an indignant protest, then ground out, My good sir, I will for the sake of the nation overlook the indignity of your prying into my affairs, but I must question how you propose to perform this music alone. You need trumpets, French horns, trombones, tubas

He raised a cool eyebrow. You've seen street performers playing multiple instruments simultaneously, surely? Do you really believe me to be a lesser musician than that?

By that point we had reached the studio. The recording equipment was there, but Sir, really! Even if you _could_ play multiple instruments simultaneously to the standard this music requires, the instruments must at least exist!

He just shook his head. Techniques of polyphonic overtone singing are a good deal more advanced than the public appreciates.

I took fresh umbrage I could scarcely be considered a mere member of the public where music was concerned but he promptly proved my every doubt a grave slander. No mere orchestral rendering of my work has ever equaled the range, resonance and artistry of this midnight performance in an empty recording studio using only the single trumpet and a hotel spoon we found in my pocket. He never even removed his mask.

When he was done, I let my tears speak for me. Finally I managed to murmur Howhow?

He swept a bow, replying, I started with piano and went from there. That's the secret really just the Stein way.
Aaron Copland, as told to Christina B
October 12, 2018
I didn't know Rick or anyone in his family for that matter. However, I have to say that is the best obituary I have ever read. Oh to be so loved! May your family find peace, comfort and healing.
Pamela Chambers
October 12, 2018
I went on a sky diving mission with Rick over Antarctica to rescue an injured baby penguin who had been attacked by a pterodactyl. When my chute didn't deploy he threw a lasso around my left ankle and ever so gently lower me to the ice sheet. We then spent 10 months on an ice breaker trying to get home only to sink off Argentina. Luckily our tiny penguin was tenacious enough to swim us both to shore. Now "Lil' Rick" just loves mountain hikes, using my doggie door and sleeping in the refrigerator in Boulder, CO. RIP "Big Rick".
TAMSIN BLUE
October 12, 2018
very honored to have met Rick Stein running up to Masada in Israel the summer right before the '73 war. we didn't actually have a conversation, per se, yet still remember how he suggested our tour group should leave very soon because they were having maneuvers in the Golan Heights. we did leave right before the war began.

always hoped that 'very nice man' got home safely.

should have known -- countless people somehow met and remember you -- that means you live on and on and on!!!

you made the world a better place ---aren't we the lucky ones.

heartfelt best to the Stein family, and thank you for sharing him.
valerie becker
October 12, 2018
At a performance of The Siege of Corinth at The Metropolitan Opera in 1975 the tenor Harry Theyard fell ill and Rick Stein was his understudy. He sang opposite Beverly Sills to standing ovations. I always wondered why he left the Met to pursue other interests. My condolences to his family.

Susan F., New York,NY
October 12, 2018
I'm not sure if Rick still holds the record for longest uninterrupted beatbox session, but I was there when he set it: Two hours and twenty minutes of creative genius. I have never heard another person make most of those sounds to this day.
Francisco R.
October 12, 2018
Such a wonderful obituary....but I met a man yesterday going opposite directions on the West Coast Trail..we chatted briefly and he warned me about a foot bridge being washed-out ahead and to use the rope trapeze he had built instead...I am sure it was Rick....
Michael Faulkner
October 12, 2018
Florence Pollard
October 12, 2018
Rest well, Rick Stein. The real Most Interesting Man in the World.
Camille K
October 12, 2018
I met Rick once when I was auditioning for a part on a Swedish reality show/competetive tv-show called "Allt för Sverige", a tv-show about learning about Sweden and the winner receives a party with all of their Swedish relatives.

Rick said he also was for the audition, and he then helped me fill out a quiz about Sweden. Later I understood he knew every answer and someone told me that he slipped up and even spoke a couple of words in perfect swedish. He left when I went to the ladies room.,.

I never got the opportunity to ask why he wanted to participate in the Swedish tv-show, how he learnt Swedish so well and why he disappeared.
Monika V
October 12, 2018
This may be an obituary, but it is also literature; one of the funniest and most touching things I have ever read.
Nikolai Mustovski
October 12, 2018
None of these stories make any sense. Rick has been my assistant winemaker (and right hand man) for the past 18 years. I can't imagine how our winery would be without him - his cellar skills are exemplary, and his palate is borderline savant. He one called a 1937 Ann Gros Richeborg double blind. It's weird they say he disappeared September 27, because he said he was going to check a vineyard for harvest decisions, and I just realized I haven't seen him since.
John Holdredge
October 12, 2018
I lost my father this year and was with him at the end with my mother. Sending warm thoughts and condolences to your family during this time. What a fun man he must have been to have inspired this loving and heartfelt obituary.
Marissa Huber East
October 12, 2018
I meet Rick rain forests of West Africa. I was leading a herd of Elephants away from poachers to a new Elephant sanctuary. I had just got bitten by poisonous snake. He appeared out of now where. He cut the wound opened with jack knife and suck the poison out. The poachers were getting closer so we backed tracked and went to their camp and put sugar in their gas tanks that stopped them. Then pulled out some peanut butter sandwiches and apple juice for quick break. He continued on with us and we hit a snag there was river we had to cross, he did Macgyver and fashioned a raft for us cross while the Elephants swam across. We delivered them safely to their new home. One Elephant went into labor as we reached the sanctuary and had a baby boy. He was named Rick. I will never forget him.
Catherine
October 12, 2018
I can't believe it. I met Rick-san in the muggy summer of 1985, when I was hitchhiking my way across Japan. I was stranded alongside a quiet rice field in a sleepy village in Kagoshima, idling away the hours to the sound of the ocean and not a car in sight when all of a sudden, a pristine classic prewar Toyota AA came puttering up across the horizon. Imagine my surprise to see a fellow American behind the wheel, fedora askew, cigar dangling out from a mischievous grin, and two kimono-clad geisha with a bottle or two or three -- I admit the memory is, ahem, foggy -- in the backseat. What I do remember is driving straight up to Kyoto, regaled all the way by Rick's tales of the high sea whaling off Kushiro, tutoring the emperor's sons, and his ambulatory pilgrimages throughout monasteries in China as a Buddhist monk, all recanted in flawless Japanese. Rick introduced me to the floating world of Kyoto's tea houses -- by the end of the night, under the warm glow of old lamps in a tatami room facing a tranquil garden, the sake was flowing, Rick was dancing with the geisha, and the laughter was uproarious. I still have the poem he dashed off for me in impeccable calligraphy. More importantly, thanks to his encouragement, I ended up going on a date with the bashful waitress. 30 odd years later, we have three beautiful children, and I still live in the old wooden house on the outskirts of Kyoto where he arranged my apprenticeship with the master woodblock printer. Thank you for everything, Rick. Every time we look at the cherry blossom branch you gave us (it's now a weathered old tree) we think of you. I went back to the tea house today to break the news -- there was nary a dry eye, nor a dry cup in the room.
Dave Tenenbaum
October 12, 2018
I never met him, but his obit made me smile. What a happy life he must have led to have thought to end it with such a sweet story.
ed olson
October 12, 2018
My car had a flat tire in a parking garage in Berkeley, CA, in a parking garage about six years ago. I was having a heck of a time getting the lugnuts off when this bloke walks up and he says "having some trouble, eh? Lemme help with that". He took a minute but once he got those off he stayed and helped me change the tire. He also noticed the anime character on my shirt (Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z) and shared he used to be a voice actor for the American dub of Mobile Suit Gundam among other various shows.

He said his name was Jay but it sure looks like the guy in this picture. Just sayin'.
Josh K
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