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Lorraine Bryers
James' Sibling
James Nelson Bryers
December 14th, 1963 - January 6th, 2025
December 14th, 1963 - January 6th, 2025
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one”. J Lennon
The Life of James– The Unbelievable Legend of Chaos and Disaster.
If there was an award for, “Most Likely to End Up in the ER With a Story” ,James would have taken home the trophy every time. And it wouldn’t just be any story, but the kind that made you stop and ask, “Is he for real?” James had a gift for gab and his imagination was not only vivid and sometimes unbelievable, but entertaining, for sure.
When he was just a kid James blew up his hand. It wasn’t on purpose, of course, James wasn’t exactly a mad scientist—but somehow, he managed to make something as simple as taking a hike in the woods turn into a fireworks display. It wouldn’t be the only time things exploded around him, but this one definitely took the prize.
As for making people laugh, it wasn’t something he tried to do—he just did. His entire life was a series of unintentional comedic , heroic, and tragic endings. James had a knack for explaining something completely wrong and somehow convincing everyone it made perfect sense, his natural chaos had us all in stitches. You didn’t even need to wait for a punchline—just watching him “fix” things was enough to leave you doubled over in laughter. It wasn’t always pretty, but it was always hilarious. His version of fixing the Wi-Fi, for example, involved hours of “just one more thing” and somehow getting us all tangled up in wires while he tried to solve a problem he didn’t fully understand. The fact that it rarely worked didn’t stop him from acting like he was moments away from a tech breakthrough.
When it came to food, James had a few clear favourites, but none were more sacred than peanut butter and Oreos. He didn’t make a big deal about it, but if you ever caught him in the kitchen, you could be sure that those two items would be involved in some capacity. He didn’t need anything fancy; a jar of peanut butter and a stack of Oreos was his idea of perfection. The combination was simple, messy, and completely perfect in his world. Whether he was casually munching away while telling an absurd story or just enjoying it on his own, you could always count on him to act like it was the greatest thing ever.
And then, of course, there was his tech expertise, which was, in a word, unpredictable. He’d dive into fixing anything with complete confidence, only to have the whole system crash moments later. Whether he was attempting to repair a computer or “speed up” the internet, it was all part of his charm. It wasn’t about getting it right; it was about getting everyone in the room to watch him do it. The fact that nothing ever really got fixed didn’t bother him. He was certain it would work eventually, just not this time. You couldn’t help but laugh because somehow, he convinced you that this time might actually be different.
As for relationships, James was a hopeless romantic with a tendency to dive in headfirst. He didn’t get married three times because he was bad at love. He got married three times because he loved with everything he had. Sure, the results weren’t always what he’d hoped for, but you could always count on him to put his whole heart into it, no matter what. His approach was simple: “If I love it, I’ll go for it.” Relationships, like everything else, were an adventure for him, sometimes not so successful, but always memorable.
In the end, James was a walking disaster, but the best kind. He didn’t try to be funny, he just was. His life was a series of unpredictable moments, each one funnier than the last. He didn’t need to plan his humour, it found him. And that’s exactly why we loved him.
Here’s to James-the guy who made every day more interesting, whether he was blowing up his hand, accidentally breaking the Wi-Fi, or just snacking on peanut butter and Oreos. Life was always better with him in it, and even though it was usually at his own expense, his unintentional comedy was one of the best gifts he gave us. He’ll be missed, but we’ll never forget how much he made us laugh, whether he meant to or not. Let's remember him, his big ❤️, and that he'll be smiling down on us forever.
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Roxane
Oh! Dear family, I am so sorry for your loss. I will remember James as a humorous, mischievous and sensitive person. I am fortunate to have shared a few laughs with him. May you rest in peace, James! My thoughts are with you all, Roxane
Barb Jacobs
James looked after my sister's & I many times as kids, preteens & young teens. We always had a fun time. He was definitely not about the rules! He did take good care of us though, saving my younger sister from drowning twice. Although I hadn't seen him much in the last few years I feel that he was someone I could call if I needed something & he would do what he could to help. As quirky as he was he had your back. Rest easy James, you will be missed.
Peter Gross

James was the best 'story teller' in the world, period! He had this amazing dichotomy that blended in between reality and fantasy, and sometimes we would just give up and go "RIGHT JAMES, SHEEH!!". I would use the term "quantum reality foam" to describe his tall tales, but they were always surprising, amazing and incredible. No harm ever from James. Sweet Sweet human. Very caring. But no matter, we all loved the guy. He had a HUGE heart and made it a point to reach out, constantly, even over so many years since we went to high school together. Here's us at the Birchmount High School reunion in 2014 with myself, Suzie Appleyard, Julie Hummel, Tony Callahan, Shirley Townsend,So much fun! We had a great 'gang' in the Birchcliff village and we all supported each-other so much!. Nobody got into drugs or any bad stuff, but we were teenagers and did "Stupid Stuff" and James... he was always the first guy. For example, driving my Dad's Dodge Dart with James in the back seat along Kingston Road. James decides he doesn't like the seat, so he opens the window, crawls across the roof of the car (while I was driving) and enters the passenger seat. Of course.... COPS. They pulled me over and asked "WHAT IN BLAZES ARE YOU DOING??" I responded that I was not exceeding the speed limit, but I can't control what my passengers do while I"m focused on being a good driver. The Cop told me "IF I COULD ARREST YOU FOR BEING A SILLY NINNY I WOULD!!" James!!! STOP BEING A SILLY NINNY IN MY CAR!!! OMG! James!
YVETTE CHEKO
My sincerest condolences to Randy Byers and his family on the loss of James. I was in the same grade as Randy but i knew James also and although he was a bit ahead of me he was always nice. Cracking a joke to make us laugh.. In our adult years i spoke to him quite often for about a year when he was doing the new business and when he got married again. After that i didn't see him on fb that much but he crossed my mind periodically and i would wonder how things were working out for him. We were a couple year apart but like all the rest of us at Birchmount we were and i believe to a point still are like a small community.... We may be miles apart but in our hearts and mind we still remember each other and all the good times, laughter and friendships we shared. May he Rest in Peace in gods garden of love and light. He will be forever remembered and never forgotten..... blessed be James.... fly free among the heavens.
Shelley Snoulten
James truly had a big heart, always quirky but definitely a big heart. I could tell countless stories of his 'crazy' ideas but he always presented them with such conviction you bought in. While he wasn't a trouble-maker, sometimes trouble found him in round about ways - one of my 'fondest' memories is of staying up at Aunt Marian & Uncle Bud's cottage on Lake of Bays with James, Randy, Lorraine and of course Nana & Aunt Marian & Uncle Bud. It was 1977 or 1978. Lorraine and I were in the neighbourhood of 9 or 10 years old with James being 14 or 15. We were having a fabulous week - swimming, fishing, going in the boat, boating in to Dorset. The adults had decided to go to 'Town' for dinner one night and leave us kids under James' charge. There was a movie playing in Dorset that the boys (James & Randy) wanted to see, but were told 'no' due them having to 'look after' us girls. Well, James didn't really like that answer and he had been taught by Uncle Bud how to drive the boat, so after the adults left, we piled into the boat and James took us to town to see the movie - the movie was JAWS!!!! And we arrived to see it by BOAT! I spent the whole movie hiding in James' armpit and panicking about the fact that we had to get back to the cottage by BOAT! in the DARK! We walked out of the community theatre to see the adults standing against the car - none too happy!!! I can say I was never so happy to be in so much trouble in all my life! Truth of the matter is us girls weren't really in trouble - the boys - oh yeah! Especially James as he was the 'responsible' one!! And he was - there were several times he spent time supervising my sisters and I at the trailer. James 'saved my life' when I started to freak out as a snake had appeared on our lot - no fear, James picked that snake up, ran with it swinging like a lasso over his head and hurled it into the pond. What a hero! As we got older we didn't spend as much time together but when we did, it was always interesting. When I was out of work, James took time to call me regularly, check in and offer suggestions of how he could help - whether he actually could or not, he wanted to help - anyone who needed it. James you will be missed - definitely gone too soon. Rest easy.
Joanne Vance
So sorry for your loss. Sending much love, Joanne Aitken
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