Kevin Harold Bartlett

I first met Kevin when he was 14. He was friends w a younger sister. He was excited by simple things and quick to share a joke and a laugh. 12 years later we would randomly reconnect working in the kitchen of a Seattle dive. We were fast friends from then on. How could you not love a guy like Bartlett? When last we spoke we joked about tearing across the EU to show them how truely terrible Americans could be! I found it amazing that someone with such an ironic sense of humor could still be so sincere. This is going to hurt for a long time.

Kevin was a stand up guy. Worked with him at Joey's Restaurant and was always joking and clowning around. Extremely Humble. When I left the company in pursuit of doing my own thing he was one of my first Supporters and would after purchase dinners for functions he'd be having or intimate meals for his fiance and himself. I'm saddened to hear of his passing as he was an awesome guy and can see he'll most definitely be missed. Rest in Power Kevin . My deepest condolences to his fiance and family

This man cracked me up from the moment we met. His soul was a beacon for lost souls. Kevin truly was an enigma in that he was nothing you expected but everything you needed. A true friend and a damn good man. Until I see you again brother, rest easy.

I have known Kevin since I was 16. He was my best friend's boyfriend's best friend, but we actually didn't become friends till much later in life.
One thing I really admire and adore about him was his absolute fearless love and support for his friends. He had so much of it, and he wasn't afraid to tell you, or to show it with big bear hugs. I don't think I ever saw or experienced anything like it. And I don't think I ever will again. You felt really lucky to have him as a friend and to be in his beam of light.

I lived with Kevin in college. He was so gregarious and warm, particularly with us wallflowers. His deep presence and joyful spontaneity made him a great friend, and I don't know anyone who didn't light up around him. I will remember the night we climbed a beloved tree in a field and then played Frisbee in the dark (the latter didn't go well, but it made us laugh). My condolences to his fiance and parents for this tremendous loss. The world is darker without him.

Words fall far short of conveying the sadness of Kevin's passing.
I've known Rita, and then Dennis, Scot, and Kevin, all my life. My little ones looked up to Kevin (and Scot) as the cool "big kids".
My heart is broken for Rita and Dennis, for Kayleigh, and for all the extended family who loved Kevin so much. He was a gentle, funny, and kind soul.

Kevin and I worked together for a few years, as he was my manager at an oyster bar in Seattle. Over our time working together we became great friends, but as time passed we went different ways but always kept in contact through the years. I know he makes relationships with everyone who has had the pleasure of getting to know him. Kevin was a one of a kind, genuinely good hearted man. Learning of his passing has been hard to bear, as it does on all who became friends with him over the years. My condolences go out to his family and friends. Lost one of the best I´ve had the pleasure know. Thank you Kevin for your friendship!

I worked with Kevin a few years ago before Covid. He mentored me and taught me so much. Was one of my best friends from LA, we would send each other stupid memes on Instagram daily. I´m so upset I don´t have any pictures with him, and never got to visit him in PA. I know he´ll always be with us tho. RIP Big Dog

Kev was my best friend in 5th grade, and he showed this shy, quiet dork how to be a loud, funny dork. Really changed my whole trajectory, now that I look back at it. The two of us were a hit at the talent show that year, doing some funny skit. We started going our own ways in junior high but I remember watching him and Chris C. making loud under the unforgiving fluorescents of the Canyon Park cafeteria and I could tell they were going to do something. We lost track after high school but two years ago he reached back out just to say hi, and he was the same old Kevin, still funny and wild and genuine. Great to see his globe-trotting posts since then. So so so sorry for his folks and Kayleigh and everybody who loved him. He was one of a kind. I can still see his face.

I knew Kevin from school and Boy Scouts. He was always kind, and had a great sense of humor. God bless him.

My heart is broken, but not just because Kevin is gone but because of who Kevin left behind.
I love you Rita, Dennis, and even though I didn't know you Kayleigh. There are no words, you know it, and I know it. I love you, it's all I have to give you.

I wanted to share this picture of Kevin watching Chelsea away at Newcastle. It was serendipitous how we both got "impossible to get" tickets and although we lost horrifically, Kevin still saw it as "the best day".
I loved the man like family. He made my face ache from laughing but still could go very deep into philosophy, physics and politics.
I always write too much so I will keep it short. I love you brother, it's hard to imagine such a fire not burning but still is in our hearts.
KTBFFH
Xx

The first time I met Kevin, his Mom took me to the oyster bar where he was working. He joyfully shared his knowledge of the little bivalves but I still won´t eat them. What a delightful charming man who is greatly missed.

I´ll never forget the first time I saw Kevin. I was talking with a friend on the upper recess field of Maywood Hills Elementary. He suddenly called out to and pointed at Kevin, who was walking near an outside basketball court wall. Kevin saw the boy gesture to him and immediately without hesitation threw his arms up against the wall, as if a prison spotlight had caught him, then proceeded to frantically look both ways and tear off running. It was such a quick and funny reaction (especially for a 10 year old). A light went off in my head and I remember thinking - "I need to be friends with this kid." Less than a year later, we´d be having consistent slumber parties and jumping around my parent's garage with an acoustic guitar and marching band snare, crudely attempting to emulate our favorite punk bands.

I knew Kevin, still in womb-tummy, the tummy in the sand. A hole was dug so mama could lie on her tummy in the sand, at the beach. one of my favorite memories over the years. Will miss you young man.