Brett F Evans, 50 – beloved son, brother, and uncle – of Glendale, Arizona, passed away on October 22, 2019. He was the baby of the family and is survived by his mother, Connie J. Evans; sister, Diane Evans-Bjorem; brother-in-law, Mark Bjorem; nephews Mark Malone and Samuel Malone, and niece Mollie Malone. He is preceded in death by his father, Tad F. Evans.
Brett was the funniest person alive with an incredible sense of humor. Every time he spoke, someone was cracking up. He mastered several impressions that kept everyone in stitches. He was an avid reader and a total nerd – he loved Star Wars and Star Trek, saw every movie and read every book.
As a child, he played every sport, was into BMX bikes, and played the drums in marching, symphonic, concert and jazz band from grade school through college. Like his father, he was deathly allergic to peanuts, so his family constantly teased him that if he stepped out of line, they would feed him peanut butter cookies.
He loved music more than anything and was an extraordinarily talented drummer. He attended Apollo High School where he graduated in the top 3% of his class. He went on to ASU where he was especially proud of the fact that he was a member of the ASU marching band, an audition that is difficult to pass for percussionists. His love for music began early, and he somewhat scared his parents when he started bringing home KISS and Black Sabbath albums by age 12. He loved the Beatles and Van Halen most of all.
After college, he began working for his father in the land title Industry, ultimately ending his career in the hospitality industry. He always told his family how much he loved his co-workers. He will be dearly missed by everyone.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation, Southwest Phoenix Chapter, 4647 N. 32nd Street, Phoenix, AZ 85018, or online at https://www.crohnscolitisfoundation.org/
Memorial Service will be held Monday, October 28, 2019 at 2:00 PM at Whitney & Murphy Funeral Home, 4800 E. Indian School Road, Phoenix.
Barb Downs
I’m so very sorry to hear of Brett’s passing and send my love and condolences to all his friends and family.
Shari Burley
To the sweetest Woman on Earth Our Angel Connie, I’m so sorry to hear of Brett’s passing, my heart breaks along with yours. To you Darling DeeDee I am so sad you have lost your brother I cannot begin to say I understand and I won’t. I pray that God Comforts you and is so very very present during this time of grief. I Love you and am fervently praying for you. Shari Burley and family
Carol Schepemaker
Dear Connie… I’m so sorry for you losing your son…
Mike Warren
Our thoughts and prayers are with you. We know seeing Brett go is difficult but there are lots of good memories he leaves behind. As sure the sun will rise, there will be hope of better days ahead with God’s love and mercy.
Marc (Tom) Jacott
I worked with Brett at the Hyatt Regency Phoenix and we were both bellman and our mutual love of the same kind of childish humor and pranks, Howard Stern, and music made us good buddies from the get-go. I looked up to him as an older brother figure and have cherished the 15 years of friendship we had. We would constantly text each other lyrics to songs and the other would have to guess the song. We went to concerts (The Who, McCartney, Foo Fighters, Van Hagar for my 21st Bday) and had such a blast. I used to love hearing his stories about drumming and growing up in Phoenix in the 80s and what it was like. When I moved to Chicago we still texted all the time (he worked the overnights and I’d get my 3am texts from him) and he was one of my main connections back to Phoenix (my hometown). I hadn’t heard from him in a while and I knew he had been struggling with his Crohn’s (“this damn stomach thing” he called it) so just out of random today I Googled his name and this obituary came up. Sadly I can’t say I was surprised given he hadn’t connected in a while. To his family please know he talked so glowingly of you all and loved you guys with all his heart. He was an important part of my life for 15 years and I’ll miss getting a random Who or Zeppelin lyric texted to me, or a brag about how he didn’t have a middle name, just F (I told him to start a band called Brett F Evans and the No Middle Name Band) or a random note about how great Chris Cornell is on this song, or Neil Peart’s drumming on this one. Thousands of back and forth texts through the years. Great times. Better human. The world just isn’t as fun without you in it my friend, but you made my life better in the time I knew you. Love you bro. Thanks for being my friend.