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Douglas Allan Funke
10 de enero de 1971 - 21 de noviembre de 2020
10 de enero de 1971 - 21 de noviembre de 2020
Dear Family and Friends,
Our beloved Douglas passed away on Saturday November 21. Doug had four daughters that he loved unconditionally, above all else. There was nothing in the world more important to him. He leaves behind a loving family, and countless friends, business associates, and acquaintances, all of whom will forever hold a warm place in their hearts for this special and unique man. He never forgot a person he met and one of the challenges of having so many family and friends spread across the globe is trying to keep them informed. A dear friend of his thought that we should set up a memorial site for him - where everyone can celebrate his memory with pictures, tributes and stories until it is safe to gather together when he is laid to rest. Please browse a few pictures, leave a tribute/story or whatever's in your heart . Share your thoughts and prayers here for those of us who miss him dearly. Make us laugh; make us cry; let's keep his spirit alive.
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Homenajes
Comparte un recuerdo favorito, envía condolencias y honra la vida de Douglas con un mensaje sincero.
Mei-Ann
Belated happy birthday Mr.D. Still missing you.
Freda Zietlow
I met Doug 25 years ago at the West End bar by Columbia University. He spotted my silver-colored moon shoes that evening and was impressed that l can prove the Pythagorean theorem on a napkin. l knew right then that he’s a man of discerning taste and superior intellect. I also learned later that he seemed to need no sleep, had an immense capacity for work and yes, Diet Coke. It has been a privilege to share a quarter of century “growing up” together with you Doug. As our birthdays are only a few days apart and we were going to celebrate our 50 th together. I hope you had great birthday party in heaven. Miss you dearly.
Anuja Master
When I think of Doug, here’s what I see: a wide grin, twinkly eyes, a Pillsbury doughboy chuckle in a bespoke suit & tie. Doug and I were college classmates and then friends in New York in the late 90s. He was a black box that I could never completely figure out, a mash-up of contradictions which infuriated me, puzzled me, and which I loved. My life sparkled, shown brighter, was illuminated by Doug. I don’t remember how we first met – I expect it was a in class since we were both Econ majors. I was out of the loop on most things college-related since I lived at home and was the primary caretaker to a sick mother. But what I do remember of Doug is that he was the kind of friend I needed at a busy time in my life: he didn’t expect a lot from me but made the time to be my friend. He brought me to parties when I was free, he ventured to advise me against the “wrong” guy, he offered help when it came to our senior year job search - I can still picture him bringing some of his friends to hang out at my home when I couldn’t leave my mother. He made me laugh, a lot. A few years after college, I moved to New York City and reconnected with Doug, though again, I don’t remember how. We were both in our mid-20s, working very long hours, and also making time for that only-in-New York-in-your-20s life. I remember a new year’s eve – I was going to run a midnight 5K in Central Park and Doug offered to wait for me and head to a party together. That’s what Doug did – he was full of unexpected gestures of friendship, especially when it mattered. In the couple years we were both in New York, I remember exclusive restaurants alongside Taco Bell, shopping at Bergdorf’s and rummaging for a deal at Century 21, road trips (Doug was one of the few people with a car in NYC) to Fort Lee and further, to Boston where Doug got out of a ticket though he was speeding and using Greg’s license! If it hadn’t been for Doug, I would have lived a much smaller life in New York…he made the city sparkle. The last time Doug and I connected was in early 2004 – in a classic Doug move, he called one afternoon saying he was in San Francisco for one evening and could we meet. He came to my office, helped me finish some work (that’s also a very Doug memory – he helped with homework sets in college to finance models when I was an investment banker), and we had a great dinner together where he patiently listened to my every detail of my recent engagement. He was so happy that I was happy. To Doug’s daughters: Know that you father made the lives of those around him shine and I am grateful that he was a joyful part of my 20s.
Steve B
I worked with Doug as an intern at the law firm Sidley Austin in Chicago in the summer of 1992. We didn't stay in touch after that summer but for some unknown reason, this morning, Sunday May 29, 2022, his name popped into my head. I decided to look for him online and see what might have become of him--I was saddened to see that he had passed at such a young age. It was not surprising to see how many great friends he made over the years, how many wonderful successes he had, and that he was a great father. I guess I only spent a matter of months in his company but consider this--that 30 years later I still remember him well. I had just moved to Chicago and it was a summer job after which I was leaving to embark on an MA/PhD program at Northwestern. We were all young and had big plans. I don't remember much about the work we were doing but we were in a file room all day long with no natural lighting. Doug's good humor and good character really helped make that summer more bearable. I seem to remember him as someone who I could always rely on to clarify a task and help me understand what the heck was going on. I really wish we had stayed in touch but it was such a whirlwind of a transitional time for me at a young age. I am a less than minor character in his life, I think, but I thought I would leave this post to hopefully give some love and bring a smile to his surviving friends and family smile because here you have a guy who spent only 3-4 short months on a summer job with Doug 30 years ago and to this day remembers him cheerfully and fondly. There was another intern who worked with us but I can't remember his name--Jason maybe? If he's out there I'm sure he will corroborate.
Stefan Medina
Happy Birthday Doug! I truly wish I was able to say that and welcome him to the 50 and over club. Doug has been one of my best friends and a brother since we met in 8th grade, bonding over a pair of blue and yellow Nike Internationalists and gracefully ignoring the fact that I mixed him and Greg up as the new kids in McPherson. Doug and I became fast friends, as he would with so many of our classmates because of his intelligence, athleticism, sense of humor, and natural charisma. These traits served him well throughout his academic and professional career, rising to a leadership role in Morgan Stanley and a Rolodex of friends and contacts that most would envy. Doug’s meteoric rise set a standard of success for many of us, showing what was achievable for a hardworking kid coming out of the Chicago Public School system. More importantly, Doug was a loyal and thoughtful friend who was always there to support me and countless others during tough times. While many of us supported Doug over the years, I know many of us also wish we had been able to do more to help him achieve peace and balance in his life. I also know that now that he is gone and at peace, I and all of his friends and family are here and will be here to help his girls know their dad in a different way from those who also loved him and had the benefit of having him in our lives for decades. These words do not do him justice, but I will always be grateful for having Doug in my life and still wish him a Happy 50th Birthday! Rest well my brother.
John W Yang
Doug was relentless. He is that one college friend who was determined to stay in your life. I met Doug on my first day moving into the U of Chicago in 1989, and that same day he drove my new roommate and I all over Chicago for a tour, capping it off with a late night stop at Farmer Brown’s in Cabrini Green where I stood nervously in line waiting for the best wings in town as they took your order behind bullet proof glass through an intercom and slid your food through a metal slot with security cameras taping everything. He knew I was this naive, sensitive and shy kid from Clayton, Missouri (which he never forgot) and made sure to push me beyond my comfort zone for the next four years and beyond. Doug worked three jobs in college yet he was that friend that still showed up to my plays and shows while hazing me for trying to sing and act. I specifically remember a couple of drunk forays on campus together and always having my back when things got tense. He was that friend that dragged you into a recreational baseball league but always knew when you batted 2 for 3 or made a great play. But there was also a side to Doug that was loyal and forgiving. He genuinely surprised me when he wrote to me during and shortly after college when I seemed heartbroken or detached to make sure I was alright despite past differences and going our different paths. Since then, Doug was that friend that would suddenly call on a weeknight to say, “I’m in town for one night so come out for a drink” where you knew you were unlikely to return home early, and you had to work the next day, but you didn’t want to miss the opportunity to see what might transpire that evening or learn about his latest ventures or hear him talk proudly about his daughters. Doug was always a talker, but it was abundantly clear how much he loved his daughters. I’m glad that I decided to call him back last month when he was organizing a last minute roast for Brian Saunders. We got to connect one last time, because he always tried to keep our connection alive through thick and thin. He was relentless. Doug, thank you for touching my life in so many subtle ways for the past thirty years. You were one of a kind. Rest in peace.
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