Richard Alan "Dickie" Faust Jr.

Richard Alan Faust, Jr. (Dickie) was born in New Orleans on July 3, 1946, and died in Los Angeles on the morning of October 28, 2016, of a sudden heart attack. He was 70 years old. He was preceded in death by his mother, Mary Stuart Kellogg; his father, Dr. Richard A. Faust; his stepmother, Margaret Frasier Faust; his niece, Thea Faust Anderson; and his first wife, Paula Moreland Faust, who was the mother of his sons. Richard is survived by his wife of twenty years, Diana Creech Smith Faust; his two sons, Richard A. Faust, III and Robert M. Faust; his stepchildren, Judson Smith (Stacey) and Adrienne Smith; his grandchildren, Hunter M. Faust, Caitlin S. Smith, and Jackson K. Smith; his brother, Robert K. Faust (Kelli); his two sisters, Rhoda Kellogg Faust and Consuelo Abaunza Faust-Anderson; his brother-in-law, Thornton Anderson; his niece, Madeleine Stuart Anderson Kshirsagar (Shrikant); and his nephews, Taylor Frazier (Paula) and Kelly Frazier (Tami); and he is also survived by several aunts and uncles and many cousins. He attended Holy Name of Jesus School, Jesuit, Fortier High School, Northeast Louisiana State College in Monroe, LA, and LSU Law School. He was president of The New Orleans Lawn Tennis Club for two terms, and he thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent there playing tennis and playing cards in the locker room. He was a member of several men's clubs in New Orleans where he also enjoyed playing cards. Dickie treasured his family and his friends, and he always brought fun and laughter to the table. The love that many people had for Dickie shines through in what Thor and Consuelo wrote about him in their remembrance: "Richard lived his life precisely as he chose, and he died quickly, without suffering. He was close to the people he loved and cared for and about. Dickie had been dealing with a number of physical ailments for the past several years, some of which caused problems with mobility. Throughout his ordeals he kept his dry sense of humor and remained stoic. Of course he did at times grumble, but always with an awareness for those less fortunate than he. Richard was, in his day, a champion jitter-bugger (rewarded with a kiss on his head from Jimmy Durante), a fearsome, competitive tennis player, a first-rate teller of jokes, and had an encyclopedic recall of names, facts, and seeming trivia from the worlds of sports, politics, and popular culture, especially New Orleans' black rock 'n' roll from the fifties. Dick was wise and funny, loved winning at Scrabble, though, to be frank, was less than gracious in defeat. His career as a corporate lawyer later transformed into work, much of it pro bono, in mediation. We will miss him terribly, and will live our time here now, with Dickie urging us on, remembering the oft-repeated toast by Wese, his grandmother and family matriarch, "In spite of it all!" A religious service and family gathering were held in Los Angeles. For those of you in New Orleans who are so inclined, we ask that you say a prayer for Dickie. He particularly liked the Prayer of St. Francis ("Lord, make me a channel of thy peace…"). Gifts in Richard's memory can be sent to Bridge House, 4150 Earhart Blvd., New Orleans, LA, 70125.