I met Holly when we were 10. I had just moved from Marshall Elementary to Kinsey, and ironically soon after I met her, she moved and ended up at Marshall, making friends with the crowd that I had just left. Anyway, the day I met her she was wearing glasses but one of the lenses was missing, and in it's place she had taped in a piece of paper. Not just a blank piece, but one on which she had drawn an eye, colored green. And bloodshot! I'll never forget that. We didn't really run into each other much until we both started junior high and took German, where we struck up a friendship. No matter what she did, it was fun and mischievous! Our poor German teacher would have us pair up to practice speaking, and we had to write down German words we didn't know and looked up, so we could turn that in and show what we'd learned. Holly would look up and write down all sorts of words to fit whatever theme she'd come up with that day, like pain, leather, handcuffs...! She'd also encourage me to try speaking German in different accents; the only one I could manage was American Deep South (I'm proud to say I can still do that, to the shock of any Germans I have demonstrated this to). I was usually very much a Rule Follower, but Holly easily talked me into joining in all sorts of silly and (I saw someone else write) subversive plots, usually intended to rile up adults. But in intelligent ways that teachers probably actually found funny while they had to pretend they were annoyed. We drifted apart as adults, keeping only lightly in touch, until Covid. Since then we’d been in regular contact via WhatsApp and Marco Polo, and I’m SO glad we rekindled our friendship, she was loads of fun and silliness, plus so supportive when my dog died. I’ll miss her very much! My condolences to her family and other friends.

I met Holly through a mutual friend, Shay, somewhere between 3rd and 4th grade, she was a year ahead of us.  She was always fun to be around because she liked to be silly, goofy and loved to tell stories.  The house she lived in for many years was across the street from a mortuary.  She liked to tell stories about how the bodies being cremated would scream in the middle of the night and sometimes during the day.  Her stories would alternate between vivid details and facts that made her seem quite scholarly.  Whenever I was at her house, I would always keep one ear open to experience this eerie sound for myself.  If I ever did hear a scream, it was not from across the street as according to Holly, I was just incredibly unlucky in my timing and was never there at the right time.  
Holly worked for a lady at the end of the street that had turned her large yard into a bird sanctuary.  Occasionally, the lady would allow Holly to bring friends with her and it always felt special like we were getting to see a part of Flagstaff that few would ever get to experience.  The lady had an oxygen tank that she wheeled around with her on a cart and often had a cigarette in her mouth.  We were fascinated by the lady’s overt flirtation with death and would speculate on how wide the destruction would be if the tank blew.  It often felt like we were living on the edge when we were with Holly.
Her mom also had some interesting pets.  For a while they had a desented skunk and then a tiny variety of owl.  It was kind of like going behind the scenes at a zoo going to Holly’s house
Most of my other memories of Holly revolve around Magic Curtains, the local theater for kids and teens.  We were both associate with Magic Curtains for many years and through many productions.  She gravitated towards sound and lights and I enjoyed working with backdrops and props.  I remember that she continued working with theater into college and was even planning to major in it.

I met Holly when I was about age 9 and she was 10. Through the years, we walked to school together, played on soccer teams together that my dad coached, had part time jobs together, and were roommates in college. Holly was outrageously funny, and I have many memories of the tall tales that only she could tell. We made up alternate lyrics to many songs, including "do you want to ride in Holly's Ford Escort" for "do you want to ride in my Mercedes, Boy." I had many good times with Holly, and I am heartbroken to hear of her passing. My heart goes out to her family and other loved ones.  Love you, Holly.

I have so many great memories of spending time with Holly in the setting of family, but also as a friend and coworker. We worked on several projects together at Sears in Flagstaff in the 1990s, all of which were made all the more enjoyable as a result of Holly's sense of humor. I don't think we did a single thing where we did not end up laughing until our sides hurt and tears came to our eyes! She made all events fun and lighthearted. Another fond memory is the sisters and sisters-in-law all together for a girls slumber party following Jim and Jan's wedding, organized by none other than Holly! Holly had a kind and compassionate heart, and will truly be missed by our family.

My deepest condolences to Holly’s friends and family. 

I had the honor of knowing Holly from our community children’s theatre days, from approximately age 13 to 22, from junior high through the end of college. 

I knew her to be wildly subversive. At least to me when I was 13. She was the youngest of 11 kids… let’s just say, she knew stuff a lot of us other kids didn’t. Ha. She was one-of-a-kind, sharing her deep love of The Monkeys, Dr. Demento, The Who, and Gumby and Pokey. 

Holly had a fantastic sense of humor. She was a hard worker. She was intelligent, creative, a courageous on-stage performer, and a skilled and beautiful dancer. She was always up for a long talk, a long walk, and an adventure.

We spent countless nights at her house, staying up late, talking, laughing, listening to broadway musical soundtracks, and watching VHS videos of Grease, Cabaret, Monty Python, or The Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

Holly was never afraid to tell you if you weren’t being a good friend. She had to tell me that sometimes. It was painful, but I loved her for it. She was always more generous to me than she needed to be. Her patience and caring always shining through. 

I’m so sad she is gone. 9-BOOB 4 EVER ❤️

I met Holly when I moved to Flagstaff in 1986 to be near my family from VA. My mother had a children's Theater called Magic Curtin Production, MCP. I have fond memories with Holly and felt my mother and I took her under our wings to help her grow within the theater along with her great friends in Flagstaff. Thankfully, because of Facebook, we have been friends since along with so many of the group that I had met and enjoyed having such fun times together considering I was much older then them.
This picture of her and Tim McMurray, was given to me from her. I think this was her ROTC graduation and Tim was a very close friend thru High School. I am Deeply sadden that she will no longer be with us on earth but I will always embrace my memories of her while I had lived there for 10 years.
May the happy memories of her with her family bring comfort.

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Holly Lynn Seeders

24 junio, 1969 – 29 enero, 2025

Shadow Mountain Mortuary

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