Mark William Cabaniss

I went to school with Mark from 5th grade through college. He was an amazing intellect even in grade school, hilariously funny, and delightfully offbeat. I lost touch with him after college, but I never forgot his unique and charming personality. Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace. Amen.

R.I.P. Mark

Thinking of you Mark, your quick wit and sparling smile. From Silver Lake to California great memories I shall forever treasure

So sorry your loss. I met Mark was at The Bank in Akron (a music club where my boyfriend, Arthur was playing). He was kind and hilarious. Rest In Peace, friend. Robin

My heart is with you in your time of sorrow. Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, just know that God keeps our love ones in His memory (Jeremiah 29:11,12) ~MM~

After shock and a deluge of fond, old memories, my heart pours out to all whose hearts are breaking - Mark was brilliant, witty, and loving - he must have been an amazing dad.

I moved to Lakeport, CA in April, 2014 to start a new job as a felony defense attorney. I was with the movers in Santa Rosa, CA three days before my job was to begin. My new landlord (and a colleague-to-be) phoned and said, "I know it is short notice, but I can't rent you the room.''
I had nowhere to go. I called people from the business cards I had collected when I was in Lakeport. I didn't know anybody. The fourth call was to Mark. "Don't worry Buddy, I've got you covered. Come on...

76,77,78 - Kent State, cramming for exams, viscous coffee, reading aloud, baby squirrel in our tee shirt pockets, Aspen in August in a '67 blue-smoking' Nova Duce, swinging in the snow on the Silver Lake playground, hanging out with Scotty M., George Sr. in the kitchen, George Jr. jamming in the basement, Anne's spaghetti dinners, Kevin - little bro down the hall, so tall. I haven't seen Mark in over thirty years, but oh so many memories here.

I met Mark when he moved across the street from me in Hollywood, just half a block from the Walk of Fame. Mark was only in his early twenties, but pretty wise for his age. We became good friends, I heard of the Rubber City Rebels, only sister Anne and his musician brother. There were parties and many long debates into the night.

Eventually he went off to USC and our ways parted. The last time I saw him was years ago up north at the home he shared with Patty and the kids. Meredith...