John's obituary
John Finley Brown Jr., age 79, passed away peacefully at home, on August 14, 2025, surrounded by love and family.
Born in New York, John spent his early years in Mahwah, New Jersey before moving to Reno, Nevada at age 12, a city he came to know deeply and speak of often, especially its old casinos and colorful history.
John was a man of many passions. He found joy on the golf course, in the garden, and most of all, in the company of family and friends. He spent countless hours perfecting his swing and cherished catching up with old friends, whether over lunch, a phone call, or a chance encounter around town. Offering tips on perfecting a tomato plant or sharing stories from Reno’s past, he brought warmth, humor, and insight to every conversation.
He had a deep appreciation for music, especially classic rock, and could often be found with the radio playing as he worked in the yard or relaxed at home. Sci-fi movies sparked his imagination, and he was always drawn to stories that explored the unknown. John also had a knack for spotting opportunity, whether through clever trades, side hustles, or resourceful ideas that others might overlook. His ingenuity was matched only by his charm.
John is survived by his oldest daughter Brittney, her husband Anthony, and their three children: Carly, Eva, and Anthony Jr.; his youngest daughter Kimberly, her husband Christopher, and their son Theodore; and his former wife, Cookie. He was preceded in death by his mother Rita, father John Sr., and younger brother Ricky.
His grandchildren were the center of his world. He cherished every moment with them, teaching, storytelling, gardening, or simply being present. Each fall, he planted a pumpkin patch just for the kids, a tradition that brought him joy and gave them something magical to look forward to.
Though no formal service will be held, John’s life was honored in quiet, intentional ways. In his final days, he was surrounded by compassion and grace. His story, once marked by complexity, now rests in harmony.
May his memory be a bridge, not a burden. May those who loved him find healing in the truth that even the most tangled roots can grow toward light.