Christopher Heuman

November 11, 1980 - April 18, 2024

Christopher Quentin Bradley Heuman, born November 11, 1980, has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the Top Tier Tumortainment Management Group in the sky. How sad it is that a man of such talent, such capability and kindness, of such intelligence should now be so suddenly spirited away at the age of only forty-three, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, before he'd had enough fun, before he got see Phish live in concert one more time, and before he could officially be arrested for debauchery on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras shenanigans.

Dedicated Husband of Denise; proud Son of Robert and Helen Heuman; loving Brother of Stephanie Lechner; and the world's most fun-loving Uncle of Raven (Dalton), Tristan, Colwyn, Gage, Allison, and Harrison; Bonus Uncle to Abby, Gabrielle, Margaret, and many more, Chris now is freed from the shackles of the boy-band bullies Gary LeTumoir, Thad, Tad, and Chet.

Chris was an ardent fundraiser for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, serving as designer, builder, and producer of Cliff's Halloween Town, a neighborhood-wide Halloween display in Cottleville, Missouri. The months-long planning and construction process showcased Chris' stagecraft prowess and created memorable thematic scenes seen by thousands of visitors, garnering nearly $100,000 for the charity. Chris' other volunteerism efforts focused on supporting the Showstoppers Dance Studio and the Spastic Paraplegia Foundation.

Chris was quick-witted, extraordinarily funny, and got along with everyone. He was the ringer to add to any trivia night team, although he never got a chance to write on the answer sheet even once. His penchant for music ran deep, no matter the genre, decade, or band member iteration, Chris was plugged in to the popular and obscure, and his Pandora playlists were unmatched - as were his choices of costume party attire, or his large collection of onesies.

Chris was a mozzarella cheese stick aficionado, keeping a running list on him at all times of favorable restaurants that made the grade. His passion for soda was evident, and even led him to work in the soft drink industry. He was a master of the barbecue, manning the grill whenever possible, although he would always squeeze the juice out of any burger he encountered.

Make no mistake, Uncle Chris (or Uncle Piss, or Uncle Riz) was adored by his nieces and nephews. Weekends spent at Aunt Denise and Uncle Chris' house, or at the pool, became the most anticipated event, weeks ahead of the visit. He instantaneously became a jungle gym, game master, referee, sherpa, magician, and mentor. Every interaction with Uncle Chris ended in squeals of delight, laughter, and the yearning for more.

Chris never gave up. His tenacity in fighting Stage 4 glioblastoma brain cancer, alongside thyroid and kidney removals, radiation treatment and chemotherapy, was unwavering. Gratitude is given to every member of his medical care team, family, friends, social media acquaintances, and all who supported his courageous journey, and who will continue to keep his memory everlasting.

A celebration of Chris's life is forthcoming. Donations in his memory made be made to Cliff's Corner Halloween Town through the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society at https://pages.lls.org/ltn/gat/StLouis24/cliffscornerhalloweentown