Celebrant Pam Meily Vetter


	Celebrating Life Everyone Has A Story...

Brian Kenneth George was born in Los Angeles to his parents Gail and Nick George in 1966. Brian always looked up to his father, who was a sergeant with the LAPD. He adored his mother, who was devoted to her children. He also adored his big brother, Greg, his closest friend, and they always went everywhere together. The boys were active and loved the outdoors and roaming the hills around their home in Simi Valley, when it was still mostly walnut and orange groves. The boys enjoyed camping along the river in the Redwood Forests, in Yosemite and the California beaches with their mother. The boys spent many summer days in their younger years living the life of "Huckleberry Finn," slingshot in their pocket, BB gun in one hand and fishing pole in the other at their grandfathers Merced River ranch in the foothills of the Yosemite Valley. Brian spent many of his afternoons playing street baseball and basketball games with his brother and the kids in the neighborhood. By the age of two Brian was taller than his older brother and was always the tallest kid in class at school. Because of his size he became the protector of everyone he knew. This is a strength of his personality that he carried with him throughout his life. The only times he ever got into trouble at school was when he was protecting his brother or his smaller classmates from being bullied. Brian was truly a gentle giant at heart, he was "Ferdinand the Bull."

When Brian was six-years-old, his mother went back to college. She took an Art History course, and one day took Brian along with her to class. He loved it! and begged to go again so she began taking him with her. Brian spent countless hours studying the pictures and trying to read his mother's textbook. This book was almost as big as he was. When other kids were carrying a Teddy Bear, Brian carried an art history textbook. The professor stressed in the course that this is the first time in history that color, and travel, is cheap and accessible to everyone, not just the wealthiest people, and everyone should take advantage and enjoy it. The experience was the birth of his lifelong love of art and the usage of color and design. It influenced his entire life including his career choice. He often expressed this love of color in his somewhat flamboyant style of dressing especially his custom made Chinese silk shirts and colorful sweaters that were themselves pieces of wearable art.

Brian was a good student in school. He graduated from Simi Valley High School and went on to take some college courses but he soon realized that his career path was in the entertainment industry. His first semester in college, the first course he enrolled in was an Art History class.

Over the next years, he worked very hard and climbed the ladder in the entertainment industry. Sadly, his father died unexpectedly at the age of 48. It was 1989 and Brian was only 23. It was a very difficult time for the entire family, but Brian found a way to move forward and reach for success. He saved enough money to attend the DaVinci Coloring School in Florida. It was an intense program, as they focused on one student at a time. They saw Brian's potential for success immediately, because he was willing to learn and yet self-taught in many ways. He put his knowledge to work and set himself on a rising course toward success in the film business. He stayed countless late hours, invested extra time into every project, worked hard and continued to improve his skills. Professionally, Brian worked on many of the major motion pictures we all enjoy. He has touched countless films that will live on for generations to come. People respected him because he respected his own work. For the last six years, Brian was a DaVinci Colorist at EFilm. He was devoted to his clients and his job, and a perfectionist in every detail. His clients and the studios loved him. He did everything he could possibly do for a film. He wanted it to be great and he did everything 110%. He felt that "every person who saw his movies was his boss." Brian was a true artist.

In 1991, Brian met Paris, she was a single mom with an 7-year-old daughter, Shauntel. Brian told his brother, "I have met a beautiful woman and she has a little girl, and I am crazy about them." He was a good and loving father to Shauntel. She called him "dad" and he eagerly assumed the role of fathering her. He encouraged her athletic abilities, coached her in softball and went to all her games. His children had no unfulfilled needs and few unfulfilled wants over the years.

Brian's purpose in life was to be a good father; he lived to be a father. When Paris became pregnant, Brian was so excited, he phoned Greg and said, "Guess what... you're going to be an uncle." In July of 1993, Brian was overjoyed with the birth of his son, Chris. He had dreamed about being a father, and he had a special connection with both his children. He loved being a Dad. Chris was a carbon copy of his father, with the same energetic personality. As a baby, Chris would nap with Brian on his dad's stomach in the same position as Brian, left arm outstretched. Being a father made Brian so proud and happy, it fulfilled him. Brian spent his time with Chris, teaching him to swim and to play T-ball and later baseball. Brian loved sports and he taught Chris to love them also. He also made sure that Chris had all of the latest toys and gadgets on the market from phones to computers. On Chris's sixteenth birthday Brian gave him a new Honda Civic and was so proud and happy. Brian has been planning for Chris's future. Brian and Chris are planning for Chris to go to USC film school where he will follow in his father's footsteps with a career in the film industry.

Brian asked Greg to move into his home with them so that someone would be with of Chris while Brian worked at night. Greg had suffered a heart attack in 2001 and no matter what, Brian's sense of humor made him laugh. When Greg moved into the house, Brian told him there were only two rules to moving into this house. "Rule number one: Don't die in this house. Rule number two: Don't do anything to make me kill you in this house." If Greg grabbed his chest, Brian told him, "Don't die in here, go outside and die on the lawn." It was that kind of off-beat sense of humor that made everyone laugh. He teased Greg a lot and they had great fun together. Brian also loved animals and had a calico cat named Sammy for the last 17 years. When Greg moved in, that cat took a liking to Greg. Brian always reminded Greg, "That's MY cat." They joked about who would get custody of Sammy if Greg moved out. There was always a lot of fun in their home, a day with them was like watching an episode of "Two and a Half Men." They talked and kidded each other a lot and even played silly pranks on each other. Meanwhile, Chris stood by cooly observing and interjecting comments at appropriate times while waiting for the two brothers to "grow up and behave." Almost as though he was the adult and they were the kids. It was often very funny.

Everybody in the family lives within one mile of each other in Burbank. Recently, Brian purchased a condo in Las Vegas for his mom so she could be comfortable in retirement. Brian would call her several times a week to talk, usually while he was driving to work. Even though he was 6 feet 4 inches tall, his mother always introduced him as her "baby." He was always her beloved baby. Over the years he would take her to the opera at the Ahmanson occasionally. He would remark laughingly, "I have to wheel the old girl out once in a while to keep her from turning to rust."

Brian was adventurous and inquisitive. Traveling to exotic places was a priority in Brian's life. He traveled to Russia and fell in love with and photographed the ancient onion domed architecture. Through the years, he visited China five times and recently became engaged to a lovely young woman named Ting Ting, and was planning to marry her and bring her home with him from China this summer. A great photographer with a natural eye, he studied faces and would approach strangers when traveling to photograph them. In China, he especially loved photographing the young children and old people, he felt their faces had so much character. He also loved walking in the streets and squares amongst big crowds in China to connect with the people. Brian was a curiosity there, being a westerner with blue eyes and so tall. When Greg went with him to China, he could find him instantly in any crowd of thousands because he was a so much taller than everyone else. Brian took Chris on a cruise to Mexico last year, and San Francisco earlier this year, just the two of them together. Brian went on a family trip to Maui with his mother, Greg and Chris in 2004. The boys had fun teaching mom and Chris to snorkel while they were there. They went to a Luau, and they all drove the winding road to Hana to swim in the Sacred Pools. It was a truly happy time. Brian was planning future travel, which included a two-week trip to China with Chris. He also wanted to travel to Columbia, the Amazon, Cuba, and Burma. In many ways, he was fearless.

Art was one of Brian's great loves. He had an eclectic taste ranging from Chinese antiques to modern paintings. He accumulated several pieces of art for his collection and he gave away antique Chinese scrolls, silk paintings and Jade necklaces he brought back from China to friends as gifts. He loved sharing with everyone and making people smile. Recently, he found a small Matisse painting at a garage sale. It cost $2 and it was quite an unexpected treasure find. The painting was real and he had it authenticated. Recently, he bought Chris an authentic Picasso for his upcoming 17th birthday. His one extravagance that set him apart from everyone else was his dragon tattoo. He spent 22 hours in a chair getting that tattoo in China. The elaborate multi-colored dragon, which feature Brian's blue eyes and his nose, stretches up over his shoulder.

Brian's friends were very important to him. He talked to Kirsten almost every day and was very close to Bill, Rob, Kyle and Trench. He worked many hours, but he also made time to talk with other friends and business associates. In many ways, Brian was a rescuer in his life. He loved being there to help when people needed him the most. If your car broke down, he was a good friend who came immediately to help.

Even though he worked on so many films, Brian loved watching movies and television. He loved horror movies and has an extensive collection of signed movie posters. He took Chris to the horror movie conventions and Comic-Con. His favorites TV shows were Dexter, Lost, Californication, and South Park.

Brian also had a keen interest in old Cafe style motorcycles. He liked to go out and turn wrenches on a bike. He'd take a bike completely apart and put it back together. He was restoring three motorcycles. He especially liked the old Vincent, Dunstall, and Indian Motorcycles. He drove a big silver Ford 150 truck, so he could haul the motorcycles around.

Brian's passing came so unexpectedly. His brother was by his side. Brian's final words to Greg were: "Tell Chris, I love him." A father's love never ends.

Brian will be remembered as a big-hearted, loving perfectionist. His family will miss everything about him. He was the energy in their family. His advice to his family would be to pull together, take care of Chris, and move forward with your lives. And to everyone who has children, be good parents and tell them you love them every day.

Brian was very spiritual and he believed that there was more than one pathway to God and each man had to choose his own path. He became a Godfather to his friend Rob's children. Brian's family believes they will all be reunited with him one day.

Brian was preceded in death by his father, Nick. He is loved and remembered by his son Chris; daughter Shauntel; mother Gail; brother Greg; his fiancée Ting Ting; close friends Bill, Rob, Kyle, Kirsten and Trench; and his extended family, and many friends throughout the entertainment industry.

REST PEACEFULLY OUR BELOVED BRIAN

Daddy's Heart

When I heard the news of you,
I did the things most Daddies do.
I opened up my heart so wide,
For you to have a place inside.

As each day passed, I'd think of you,
I'd watch you grow, I was expecting too!

I tried to imagine the person you'd be
Would you look or act like me?
I thought of the things that we would do,
The times we'd share, just us two.

I would give you piggyback rides,
Push your swing and watch you slide.
I would teach you how to ride a bike,
Catch your first ball and throw your first strike.

I would hold your hand in mine,
Be your protector, strong yet kind.
I would be your hero and friend,
Give love and advice on which you'd depend.

I will always remember the day you were born,
I cradled a miracle, small and warm.
What words I had were scarce and few,
A tear and a smile were the best I could do.

Life gave me a moment, precious and rare,
Bursting with pride, excitement and care.
I promised you then, all that I had,
See, you were my child and I was your Dad.

When I heard the news of you,
I did the things most Daddies do.
I opened my heart so wide,
Where you will always have a place inside.

Walk a Little Slower Daddy

Walk a little slower daddy
said a little child so small,
I'm following your footsteps
and I don't want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very fast
sometimes they are hard to see,
so walk a little slower Daddy,
For you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all grown up
you are what I want to be,
then I will have a little child
who will want to follow me.
I would want to lead just right
and know that I was true,
so walk a little slower Daddy,
For I must follow you!