BRIAN DOUGLAS SCOTT

Birth date: Feb 14, 1957 Death date: Jan 28, 2023

BRIAN DOUGLAS SCOTT February 14, 1957 – January 28, 2023 It is with heavy hearts we announce the sudden passing of Brian. Broken hearted, but grateful for the time we had with him, his family and friends grieve his loss, trying to Read Obituary

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Sally Mcintyre

127w ago

Part 3 - Tribute to Brian by Sally McIntyre

Brian could also say the most loving things which confirmed that he truly was a Valentine’s Day baby, for instance, when he said to me, “If the world were made up of Sally McIntyres, there would be no wars.” That was Brian through and through - kind to his core. I’ve tightly held onto those words all these years. They rank up there with some of the kindest words anyone has ever said about me and that says a lot because he uttered them forty years ago, and I have since reached senior citizen status.

Brian possessed the rare knack of balancing study, work, and play with ease and grace sprinkled with fat doses of humour. I will always remember his contagious joie de vivre, his deep, insightful musings about life, and his grit and determination when it came to his studies while at the same time managing to remain front and centre in his family and friends’ lives. I witnessed firsthand how much he fiercely loved his mother and sisters, Tracy, and Kelly and how he held them in such a high esteem. He was Tracy and Kelly’s number one fan, protector, and champion. It was crystal clear that his family meant the world to him, and he proudly professed the same, to me.

I am grateful to have known Brian even though he was only in my life a few short years during my young adulthood. There are some people we have the good fortune of knowing in our lifetime who will forever cast a magical spell on our heart and soul and Brian is without a doubt, one of those people, for me. As I was writing my personal remembrances of Brian, the velvety voice of Nat King Cole crooning, the timeless classic song, “Unforgettable,” played over and over again in my head. I don’t believe it was a coincidence either. These are the lyrics of the tune that accompanied me:

Unforgettable
That's what you are.
Unforgettable
Though near or far

May Brian’s wondrous unforgettableness provide his family with comfort and solace during this challenging time.

***A special note to Tracy: I miss you. I love you, and I am here for you. ***

Sincerely and with love,
Sally McIntyre

(Should anyone wish to contact me; I am on Facebook under “Sally S. McIntyre.”)

Sally Mcintyre

127w ago

Part 2 – Tribute to Brian by Sally McIntyre

Brian was anything but boring and predictable. Even for the short time I knew him when he was in his early twenties, he could accurately be described as an energetic, excited out-of-the-box thinker. I do, however, question some of his choices in music, for example, why he enjoyed listening to Tom Waits’ deep, raspy, gravelly voice on his prized state-of-the-art stereo system. Speaking of his stereo system, I remember how he took meticulous care of it and allowed only a privileged few to touch it. I also remember his impressive and extensive record collection. He clearly loved music but then he also loved to read and not just economics books either. Once, I found him engrossed in the book entitled, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig. He insisted I read it because of its rich philosophical reflections.

One of the things I so admired in Brian was that there was no pretense or affectation about him; he was as real and down to earth as they come. He personified what it means to be “authentic” long before it became a buzz word adopted by psychologists and the authors of self-help books. His infectious charm, his sense of fun, and his famous quirky sense of humour could make us laugh till we cried. When he was amused, his eyes sparkled and danced, and he’d dazzle us with his unique smile that resonated with a “Dennis the Menace” quality that could light up a football stadium. He was a veritable force of nature, a “Carpe Diem” kind of person. His “seize the day” mentality truly permeated his day-to-day activities. Then again, he also was every bit a “seize the night” kind of person, as well, because he wasn’t one to turn down an invitation to a party that is, of course, after he had put in what he deemed the required hours to get ahead of his economics homework.

Brian could say and do the darndest things at the oddest times. One time Tracy and I were visiting him at the small house that he and his roommates shared close to UWO’s campus. Brian, his two roommates, Tracy, and I were shooting the breeze in the living room. In front of all of us, he declared with a tone of obvious pride and affection, “Tracy could wear a paper bag and still look great.” One Christmas, when I was a guest at Mrs. Soldat’s house, Brian, Tracy, Kelly, and I were relaxing in the recreation room. Mrs. Soldat came downstairs to join us and approached her son who sat sprawled out on the couch. She bent down to kiss and hug him. He responded by madly flapping his hands in front of his face in mock protest for her to back off. She burst out laughing but she persevered and got her kiss and hug. On another occasion, he informed me that he wanted to share the circumstances of his birth with me. I prepared myself for what I assumed would be a serious conversation because the birthing process usually is serious by nature. In a solemn voice he began, “So my mom asks the doctor, ‘Did I have a boy or a girl?’ to which the doctor replied, ‘Neither one, ma’am. You had a man.’”

End Part 2 – Tribute to Brian by Sally McIntyre (Please see Part 3)

Sally Mcintyre

127w ago

Part 1 of 3 pages - Tribute to Brian by Sally McIntyre

I met Brian in September 1978 soon after his sister Tracy and I had started our first year at The University of Western Ontario, in London. Brian also attended UWO but was two years ahead of us. I lived two doors down from Tracy in Saugeen-Maitland Hall, a residence on campus, where Brian made a point of regularly checking in with his sister to see how she was faring as a freshman. It was inevitable that I would meet him sooner than later as Tracy and I were together more often than we were not. When Tracy introduced her brother to me, I was struck by his natural friendliness, playfulness, and his refreshing open and relaxed confidence. I quickly learned that Brian was majoring in economics, which was all fine and good, but I was to discover over the next few weeks that he essentially lived and breathed it. Even during social occasions on and off campus, of which there were many!!, he’d randomly inject into casual conversations economic terms such as Law of Supply and Demand, the GDP, the GNP, Expansionary and Contractionary Fiscal Policies, and Microeconomics, and Macroeconomics.

Remarkably, Brian showed few signs of being academically inclined in high school. I recall him telling me with much-deserved smug satisfaction that it was the consensus of his Grade 13 teachers that he would never amount to much in life especially in view of his disappointing grades and his lackadaisical approach towards school. Their discouraging words and dismissive attitude did not daunt nor deter him one bit from proving them all wrong. We know well the happy ending to this story. Armed with his keen intellect accompanied by his all-consuming passion, drive, and unequivocal commitment to the study of economics, he wildly exceeded all expectations of his Grade 13 teachers by obtaining not only a B.A., but an M.A., and ultimately his Ph.D.

Not long after I graduated from UWO in 1982, I was living in downtown Toronto. Brian happened to be in the area one Friday and paid me a visit, at my apartment. I mentioned to Brian my plans to take a bus to see my parents that weekend. He kindly offered me a ride that evening to their home in Caledon which is a 45-minute drive north of the city. We arrived at my parents’ house late at night and we tiptoed into the darkened house. I told Brian that he should stay the night because it was so late, and he was obviously tired. My youngest sister Julie was still awake, and we made up his bed in the spare bedroom. The next morning when I woke up, I noticed the door ajar in his room and he was nowhere in sight. I went to look for him and found him seated on the family room couch having made himself perfectly at home, and engaged in an animated conversation with my father, a man he had never met till that morning, discussing his plans to pursue a Ph.D. in economics!

End Part 1 - Tribute to Brian by Sally McIntyre (Please see Part 2)

Michael Koster

136w ago

It’s taken me a week to do this because now I know it’s final and this is very hard to except. It’s not often in our lifetime we can truly call a person a friend but I’m fortunate to have two, one from high school who I’m still in contact with and Brian who came into my life later. I have know Brian for about 15yrs. I go every summer just to be with him for 8-9 days. I just with him in August the guy is just a hoot to be with.

Never a dull moment with Brian we always enjoyed going to Flanagans late at night this was our favorite place alsoSand bar, Green street, Moes or theSandbar basically any place with a bar! I’m truly going to miss him and there is a hole in my heart that can be filled now that he is gone. He touched a lot of our lives and for that we are truly thankful. Sleep well my friend and we will meet again.

Kelly Scott

136w ago

So many memories. I don’t want memories, I want you back! But memories is what we have and I am grateful for them. I love you Brian and miss you terribly.

Brad Moxon

136w ago

This was a beautiful day in Miami wiith Brian, Sean, Kaitlin and the pups.

Vic Doyle

136w ago

My main memories are from Brian's first 20 years on this planet growing up in Willowdale. His impish grin and the bane of school teachers went hand in hand. I can't count how many times he would get us howling in laughter in class only to feign innocence with that impish grin when the teacher would turn around - leaving us to shoulder whatever was coming. One time in Grade 4 the teacher thought he would try some reverse psychology and told Brian he was going to teach the class the next day. He came in with a shirt and tie and in no time had tried to kick us "trouble makers" out of the class (ie. stand in the hall) - with that same grin. Let no opportunity go to waste.

He was quite the athlete back then as well - a leader and companion in the Viamede Villians - the neighbourhood ball hockey and touch football team from the class of 1957 - helping lead us to victory over the year older Willowdale Wizards and well as the Mini Mafia and the Vanier Crew. It was in these sports events - and particularly our own internal ball hockey games that Brian (aka Fred) began to really hone his skills as a debater extraordinaire - going toe to toe with Mike (Ben) Bennett (no slouch at debating whether a ball went over the line or through the hole in the back of the net).

Of course motorcycles had a special place - both dirt bikes and Kawi's - and Brian was a most proficient rider at both.

Music was also a big part of Brian's life. I remember listening to his flying saucer stereo unit where we would wile away the hours pondering the sports, girls, and what the next adventure might be. He was always on the cutting edge of what was new in rock and roll and introduced us to what would be mainstays on our playlists.

Speaking of music, I think some of his taste for economics rubbed off on Kelly as I recall the time we lined up all night for Stones tickets - to no avail - until Kelly advised us she had 4 she would part with (as she managed to get some) at $80 a pop which is about $450 today =)

Brian was part of a really close knit group of friends and I always remember those amazing days. We were so lucky and fortunate that Brian was part of the group and so sorry that he has left us so young.

Every picture on the Tribute wall brought a big smile to my face.

Vic Doyle

Cathy And Cliff Torres

136w ago

Hi this is Cathy and Cliff our fondest memories of Brian were the UM games that we attended on the road. What were the odds that we would run into Wendy and Brian, thousands of people but we did in Orlando and then in Texas, Brian said "how is this possible!' unplanned but it happened! Many blessings and prayers to Wendy and family.

Brad Moxon

136w ago

When our family moved back to Toronto in 1970 the Scott family were the first family we met. They Iived directly behind us. I met Brian and we were immediately friends. He introduced me to the neighborhood and his friends at school. So gracious and hospitable to the new guy.

That was the start of a 50+ year friendship. It included many great vacations across North America, ski trips, attending wonderful concerts, sporting events, and lots of time with many beloved dogs. Brian was best man at our wedding and his speech was so impressive.

Brian was an immaculate host. Visiting Brian in London, Waterloo, Montreal or Florida you were given an immersive experience involving local culture, hot spots, local characters , and of course Happy Hour. As our kids Kaitlin and Sean grew up Brian and Wendy treated them
like family. . They experienced so many wonderful times in Florida. Highlights were the beautiful South Beach and always attending Miami Hurricanes Football games. Brian's tailgate parties were legendary.

Meeting all of Brian and Wendy's friends and family over these years was a truly wonderful experience for our family. Very grateful to have been a part of it.

Brian will be missed.

Brad and Pam Moxon