It's
A Sad Time For The Brethren
Our Brother In Smoke KCquer - Scott Cook Passed away unexpectedly on Sunday 9-3-2006 |
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Services Runyan Funeral Home Visitation will be Friday morning, Sept 8 at 10:00AM, with the service following at 11:00AM. There will not be a viewing as the family has chosen cremation. Sympathy cards and pictures of Scott that you would like to be shared at the service may be sent to: Jeanne Sidebottom ******************************** We will be setting up a memorial fund for the family on behalf of The Brethren. this can be for the children aor grandchildern and will be decided later. If you would like to proceed on your own, donations are suggested to the Wolfner Library for the Blind, under the direction of the funeral home. To contribute to some the floral arrangments for this Fridays service, use our paypal account at WWW.PAYPAL.COM. Thank you to all those that allready contributed. Our paypal account ID is [email protected] ************************ |
KCquer, at Fall Bash 2005, hours before he called for the TURTLES TO MAN THE PERIMETER!!! KCquer is one of our original and most distinguished members. As an experienced pitmaster he was always one of the first to jump in when someone needed help. His experience and crazy sense of humor will be sorely missed. KC is a US Air Force Veteran.
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"e" quotes "Loveya Bro..." I never hung up the phone without hearing those words. "Any wood is good for smoking as long as it's Cherry" "Have a good weekend, Sweet Blue to all"
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Song Submitted by Jorge as a tribute to KC. The Time of your Life by Green Day. Another turning point a fork stuck in the road It's something unpredictable So take the photographs and still frames in your mind It's something unpredictable It's something unpredictable It's something unpredictable Why Turtles? Q. Whats the relevance of the turtles? A1. Fall Bash 2005. From how i remember, and its sketchy.. After a few hours of tequilla and beer. KC was on a roll.
We were talking on how we were missing the mofos, kick, spice, etc..
It was shortly after that he stood up at the table.. with a significant
wobble/sway to him... held his shot glass in the air and said .. "A
toast!.. I love Jay Spicebag!"... We were in tears laughing so
hard.. he was ranting and laughing and he started having some trouble
with gravity.. ..While some brothers escorted him to his spot in the
trailer... I think Kc must've spotted Gregs lawn knomes which number
in the hundreds .. .. He started giving orders(Air force veteran coming
out maybe).. he was stressing that if we all want to feel safe, that
he we have to get all the "turtles manning the perimeter".
It went on for a bit.. get them turtles out..!! One of those crazy moments
at a bash, that becomes classic.. More Details of the Turtle commandos. What a moment. Bill and I were standing there while brother e was taking a break from the long walk to the tailer (maybe all of 30 yds.) Anyway, e is either sitting down leaning on my van when he mutters something about turtles manning the perimeter. I look at Bill and he gives me one of those what the fark looks and I must have given him the same silly look. We are both tying not to burst out in a gut busting laugh and get poor ole inebreated e to the trailer. Just as soon as we get the job done we both look at each other and start laughing all the way back to the porch where we share the story with the remaining drunks, I mean brothers, and we all laugh for a good long time. It was a brethren moment for sure. I will never forget the look on Bill's face when e said the now famous line. Thanks for the laugh e. Love ya bro. BigDog A sentiment we are all feeling. Scott was that little brother I never had. I'm just sorry that I put off calling him for the last month. I kept telling myself I was just too busy, I can never make it up to him. I will folks I will never be too busy again. Scott, I love you Bro Trout_man22 ___________________________ "Any
wood is good for smoking as long as it's Cherry"
-- Scott Cook, KCQuer.. whenever asked. Plant a Tree in KC's memory. We will be sponsoring some, but if you have room in your yard...there maybe a place for a tree..Cherry of Course. ___________________________ A Message to Jeanne Comfort can be found in many ways: some seek the face of God, others simply pray. Some will call friends looking for a shoulder to cry on while others go into seclusion but the greatest comfort can be found in the fond memories we have of those who have crossed over to the other side. Look at photos, chat about the fun, goofy stuff that you witnessed and shared and most importantly, smile and laugh. Why? Because Scott is watching you and laughing with you and trying to tell you all, "Greive for me no more because I am fine now." God bless you. Ken - Texas Guppie ************************** I didn't know him well, but may there be blessings on KC and his family. Last night, I sat in the dark listening to the crickets, cars and sirens passing in the dark, seasoning the new cooker and I threw on some cherry and thought of KC and the brethren and let the smoke and heat pour from the firebox into my face. I'm wearing that shirt again today. Sweet blue to you, KC. Matt - BackYardChef
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Eulogies and Thoughts Scott Allan Cook March 29, 1965 – Sept. 3, 2006 Scott Allan Cook, 41, Harrisonville, died Sunday, Sept. 3, 2006. Scott was born March 29, 1965 in Paola, Kan., to Robert M. and L. Marilyn Croson Cook. He grew up in the Drexel area and graduated from Drexel High School in 1983. He was a member of the original QuizBowl team. After high school, Scott joined the United States Air Force, where he was stationed in Fairbanks, Alaska. After finishing his service he began working with wood, specializing in cabinetry, creating beautiful pieces that were perfect examples of his talent. Scott was a self-taught guitar player and very much enjoyed his fish aquariums and barbecue and smoking competitions. He was preceded in death by his father Robert M. Cook. Scott is survived by his mother, L. Marilyn Cook, Drexel; his significant other Jeanne Sidebottom and her grandson Zachary Burton, both of Harrisonville; and by his aunts, uncles and cousins. Scott will be deeply missed by his family and by his many friends. Funeral services will be at 11 a.m. Friday, Sept. 8 at Wilson & Son Funeral Home, Drexel. The family will receive friends from 10 to 11 a.m. Burial will be in the Sharon Cemetery, Drexel. Arrangements are under the direction of the Wilson & Son Funeral Home, Drexel. ***************************************************************** From Bigdog Scott was my friend, and my brother. He would call just to talk, or to help get through some problems that I was having with my children or just shoot the breeze about bbq. He always had a kind word to say but was never judgemental. Opinionated yes, but not one to rush to judgement. We drove together for 7 hours to the bash together and never lacked for topics to discuss. Never that awkward moment. We are very different from each other, yet very much alike. He cared a lot about the BBQ Brethren site and was always willing to help out the new guy with a problem that had been asked many times before. He was a master cook and knew a ton about bbq. We were planning on starting a bbq team and smoking together in contest. We would have made a great team. He was my bash brother. We called ourselves the bash brothers
after the Blues Brothers and our car was the bash mobile. We were planning
on riding again this fall, but that was not to be. If you look up in
the sky some day and see a little blue smoke, that will be Scott, smoking
some q for the big guy. Our loss is their gain. You are gone now Scott,
but you will never be forgotten. Smoke on brother. From Jorge How do you sum up a life in a few words, and give it the meaning that it's due? Our friend Scott Cook, KCquer, is no longer with us. As passionate as he was about BBQ and cooking, it was his love of people that made him a special person. Whether he was lending an ear, offering advice, or giving you a chuckle at that time when you most needed it; his goal was to enrich the lives of those around him and make life a little better. Those are the things that we should remember about our friend. While he is no longer with us, his spirit and love of life and his fellow man will remain as long was we remember his contributions to our lives. Rest in peace my friend. 'E' has left the building. From Ron_L When I joined the Brethren almost two years ago, KCquer was the first to welcome me to the site. Since then, we have exchanged PMs and e-mail regularly on topics surrounding bbq, cabinetry and pizza. Scott was always willing to help out anyone, old hand or new to BBQ. I was lucky enough to have met Scott at the 2005 fall bash at Greg's (Parrothead's) house. We had a blast swapping BBQ stories, eating too much and maybe even drinking a little too much Cabo Wabo! There's one thing I can say for sure about Scott... Man could he snore! (don't ask how I know). On Sunday morning, Scott and I were the first up. The BYC was cold but Scott wanted to fire it up to cook a fatty. He said that "It's not a bash without fatties!" I helped him clean out the firebox and get the cooker going, and we cooked fatties for breakfast! Over the past year or so Scott had developed a passion for making pizzas
at home and was particularly interested in Chicago-style deep dish pizza.
We talked many times about the different pizzerias in Chicago and what
made each unique. I truly wish that Scott had been able to visit Chicago
so I could have taken him to the best so he could have experienced them
first hand. From Parrothead KC, what can I say? I love you brother! I spent many a night when I couldn't sleep PMing with you. I was on the road awake and you were home getting up to work for the morning. I can't replace those times if I had to. Many a good PM and E-mail spent with you talking about life and Q. We shared a special connection and we share it still. I have my favorite qoute from you in my head and will share it until I die. Slow smoke, brother, slow smoke. ------------------- From JT KCQuer-KC-Scott-Missing E-E was my friend and my brother. We joined this group within a week of each other and quickly started messaging and emailing each other. We talked about family, friends, cabinets, kitchens, cookers, and cooking. We spent many a Yahoo session designing the "utlimate cooker". I even saved some of the sessions as text files because they held such good information. My son (then almost 3) and I drove up to Kansas City one spring and picked up E to go to the Cabela's contest. We spent the whole day walking around and looking at cookers, discussing the advantages/disadvantages of every one. We talked to some of the contestants and basically tried to be as nosy as possilble without getting in their way. It was a very good day. We talked a lot about kitchen designs and cabinetry - E was going to help me with all of that when I finally get a chance to build the new house, even if it was just going over plans and helping me tweak things. My brother, you will be missed. There are many things I will remember
but 2 sayings will always be close to me - "Any wood is good for
smoking as long as it's Cherry" and "Have a good weekend,
Sweet Blue to all". Love ya bro - you are the Missing E. Now fire
up that ultimate cooker with some perfectly seasoned cherry wood and
cook a brisket and pork loin for the Father. Sweet blue, brother. _________________________________________________________________ The Bass Pro Shop Competition held on the day of Scotts funeral had a large amount of Scotts friends in it. After a brief Eulogy by the Belly Bros BBQ team, we had a Moment Of Silence. Here is a small video clip . Please excuse the length and quality. Brethren Teams competed in 3 events on the weekend of Scotts funeral. With KC watching over our smoke in these 3 events, we had 2 Grand Champions, a reserve, and nearly all teams walked in different catagories. Coincidence?
To Our Brother Scott Cook March 29, 1965 - September 3, 2006
Rest In Peace
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The Origin of "e" Some of you might notice, both in the forum for Scott, as well as on this Eulogy page and in the regular forum, the use of the term "e" in referring to him. Way back in the early days of the forum, we had, oh about 30-50 "active" posters. Well, on some days, we would get like 20 or so people in a chat room and have a blast. We had a large conference call or two as well, and those were always fun. When we were having software problems, we would send large "chain" emails that people kept hitting "reply to all" on. Those were some fun times. And Scott was a big part of alot of that fun. Well when he joined, his user ID he chose was KCquer. From the very first day, a group of us called him Scott, the missing "e" (to spell out queer). Or sometimes we'd call him KCQueer in a post with an "oops" smiley. We weren't really making fun of him, and some of the time he was not part of the chat sessions, so he didnt see it. About 3 months into his membership here, he made a comment that he was so glad we invited him right into the fold, that we were his guinuine friends, and he was also glad people didnt make fun of his name after he realized it was one "e" away from queer. We all laughed, and he laughed loudest, when I think it was Greg that said (can't recall chat, email, phone) "We've been calling you "e" for months now" From that day forward, Scott took that for what it was. It was a term of endearment. Every email, every PM, and every phone call with me from that day forward, he signed off as "e". I will miss you "e" Willkat98 *************************** The Dash - Shared by Dustin(DoorBuster) This was read at My Grandfather's funeral, by the acting VFW commander. For some reason, this, more than just about anything, has touched me the most. THE DASH I read of a man who stood to speak, at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on this tombstone from beginning ….to the end. He noted that the first came his date of birth and spoke the following with tears. But he said what mattered most of all, was the dash in between those years. For the dash represents, all the time he spent alive on earth. And how only those who loved him know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; the cars, the house, the cash, what
matters most is how we live and love and how we spend our dash…
For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough, to consider what is true and real. And always try to understand, the way other people feel. And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more, and love the
people in our lives like we’ve never loved before. If we treat each
other with respect, and more often wear a smile… Remembering that
this special dash might only last a little while. So, when your eulogy
is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash would you be proud
of the things they say and how your spent your dash? Chicago Bill just called to let me know. I am heart broken.
__________________________ I'm 47. What am i going to do.? Hug my kids, call my friends, live for today and look forward to tomorrow. To much weight is put in the small stuff and we loose site of the big picture. Tomorrow may not come. __________________________ I'll Lend You A Child by Edgar Guest "I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said.
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