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Schimunek Funeral Home

9705 Belair Rd, Nottingham, MD

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Mark S. Furst

4 janvier , 195527 novembre , 2019
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On November 27, 2019, Mark S. Furst; beloved husband of Sandra “Sandy” Furst (nee Tirocchi); devoted father of Sarah Furst Zoppo and husband Giuliano, and Stephanie Furst; loving son of Judith Furst and the late Frederick V. Furst, III; dear brother of John Furst, Stacie Kwoka, Mary Furst, Kelly Nolan and Colin Furst and their respective spouses; brother-in-law of Louis Tirocchi, Jr. and his wife. Also survived by many nieces, nephews, loving family and friends.

Family and friends are invited to gather at Schimunek Funeral Home, Inc., 9705 Belair Rd., Nottingham, MD 21236, on Thursday, December 5, 2019, from 2-4pm and 7-9pm. A Memorial Mass will be held on Friday, at 11am, at St. Isaac Jogues Catholic Church, 9215 Old Harford Rd., Parkville, MD 21234. Interment services will be private. The family suggests that in lieu of flowers, memorial contributions be made to the Mark and Sandy Furst Scholarship Fund benefiting PACT at Kennedy Krieger Institute. Direct your gift to the Office of Philanthropy, Kennedy Krieger Institute, 707 N. Broadway, Baltimore, MD 21205, or KennedyKrieger.org/Furst. Checks made payable to: Kennedy Krieger Foundation, memo line "Mark Furst".

Services

  • Receiving of Friends jeudi, 5 décembre , 2019
  • Receiving of Friends jeudi, 5 décembre , 2019
  • Memorial Mass vendredi, 6 décembre , 2019

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Jim Anders

décembre 7, 2019

Mark,

Thank You - well done! Rest in Peace. You showed all of us what life is about. Jim

Pamela Jackson

décembre 5, 2019

My deepest condolences to the Furst family. I had the great honor of working with Mark at United Way as his assistant. One of my fondest memories of Mark is of him walking around the office with his long strides, cracking jokes and cheerfully saying “just spreading a little morale”!

Mark was always supportive professionally and personally and left a lasting impression on my life.

Sadly, I’m unable to attend the memorial service but I know it will be a wonderful celebration of Mark’s life, and that the church will be filled with Mark’s amazing spirit.

Pamela Jackson

Nick Russo

décembre 5, 2019

My deepest condolences to Mark's extended family.

I worked with Mark at MD National Bank in the early 80's. He reported to me but I often told him it should be the other way around & he'd be my boss one day. Unfortunately that never happened.......

He often talked about his family and I could see it wasn't "an act"......he truly loved and admired them. I got the impression Mark's work ethic came from his Dad, he told some impressive stories about his career when Mark was a youngster.

About 25+ years after we worked together I lost my job & reached out to some folks I worked with - Mark was one of them. He set up a lunch meeting immediately. He offered support, encouragement and advice to find a new job. I was amazed at all the support Mark offered after so many years had gone by. He could've easily ignored me but that wasn't in his character. Mark was a first class guy all the way......I was lucky to have known him.

John Furst

décembre 4, 2019

Theresa Furst

décembre 4, 2019

Theresa Furst

décembre 4, 2019

John Leahy

décembre 4, 2019

Baltimore loses a great citizen.
I met Mark when my wife and I moved back to Baltimore in the early 80s...Kim worked with him at First National Bank. We socialized with that group quite a bit in those days. He was always the professional — the “hard charger”
He was a leader, and so genuine...always interested in how everyone was doing...
Our paths crossed often over the decades at social events (usually fundraisers around town), then at United Way, then Kennedy Krieger.
Last time I saw him was when he was honored as Man of the Year by the Boy Scouts. We had such a great chuckle when he was wearing that goofy hat...we talked about getting together for lunch (we didn’t of course, my loss!).We will miss seeing him around town...but he surely left his “Mark”...RIP

Jackie Johnson

décembre 3, 2019

Our deepest thoughts and prayers go out to the entire Furst family. While we didn’t know Mark personally, our friendship with his sister Kelly is one we have always treasured and know how much her brother means to her. Please know we are thinking about you.
John, Jackie, Harrison and Hannah

charlie scheeler

décembre 3, 2019

Mary Ellen and I are so grateful to have become friends with Mark during the 2016 Weinberg Foundation trip to Israel.
Mark quickly became the unofficial social director of our group of 25 or so. He led the dawn spinning classes. He posed us for photos in front of the Wailing Wall, by the Sea of Galilee, and innumerable other awe inspiring sites. With abundant help, he closed down bars.
But the last afternoon of the trip, Mark was nowhere to be found. We were on the Mediterranean, a perfect place to share a jog; but no Mark. Everyone left for dinner without him.
Of course, Mark was already at the dinner. He had curated his thousands of photos and unleashed a slide show of our trip that left quite a few eyes dampened. It was the perfect farewell to a perfect 8 days.
Mark only got 2 job offers from that trip. Jim Anders wooed Mark to KKI as their head of External Relations. If Mark could play Pied Piper to 25 sleep deprived folks on a bus, the KKI gig would be a piece of cake.
And I offered him a position as a director of Rosedale Federal. We're so grateful he accepted, and for his many contributions. We miss him.
Sandy, we cannot imagine what you are going through. But we do know you were married to a most remarkable man. God bless.

All our love and affection,

Mary Ellen Pease and Charlie Scheeler

Rich Afrookteh

décembre 3, 2019

I met Mark several years ago at the Towson Merritt club in a cycling class . He was very intimidating because he was the epitome of fitness . Split stretches on the floor mat before and after class, rode faster than most of the class and stood up longer than I could. Yet he was always so nice to me and everybody else in that class . His smile and personality would light up the cycling room, which was always very dark and really cold. I would have the bike next to him and he told me you are going to enjoy this class. The instructor plays great music. Little did I know how quickly I came to like Mark and that class. The music was classic rock and played very loud. He encouraged me to get bike shoes because it would improve the riding experience. He was always so humble and always asked me how I was feeling . Sometimes he would leave class early and he would later tell me , he was having a meal with his Mom. He always had a positive attitude whenever we crossed paths, often at cycling parties. He would show me pictures that he had taken with his camera. He had a true eye for capturing an image with his photography . When he told me about his diagnosis he remained so positive while deep inside I wept and broke down wondering why him. He was an inspiration to me and when he told me about his background , he was never boastful . He was always so very humble about his accomplishments . After his diagnosis he would sometimes come back to class. He would tell me don't tell anybody I am here but just keep an eye on me in case I fall. Heaven received a champion human being last week and his family , friends and many others will mourn his loss. I will cherish my fond memories of Mark and I know part of his positive spirit resides within me. Today I don't get to cycling classes due to a knee injury but when I am working out on the bike, I have my music on classic rock and remember Mark's character , courage and kindness. My deepest sympathy to his family . Rich

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Biographie

REMEMBERING MARK

On behalf of the entire Furst Family, thank you for coming today and for your outpouring of love and support. For those of you who don’t know, I am Kelly, Mark’s youngest sister; but we are a big litter, and it is hard to keep us straight. We are basically the Brady Bunch, 3 boys, 3 girls; Mark is Greg and I am Cindy but without the lisp and with better hair.

Writing a eulogy is TOUGH! Words cannot express what the heart feels. How do you capture the essence of Mark in just a few minutes? He would have hated a eulogy that was overly sad or serious with a recitation of his resume. He was a life force who brightened every room and broke the ice with corny humor. So while we grieve, he’d want us to smile and remember the good, the fun and the crazy he brought into the world. Sound good? FANTASTIC (as he liked to say.)

Not all superheroes wear capes or carry a lightsaber to save the world. They don’t all wait to be beckoned by a spotlight in the sky to be called to action. But ALL superheroes have a strong moral compass, a knack for looking out for the little guy and the courage to face of the most wicked of beasts, be it Lex Luthor, Darth Vader, or Glioblastoma. A true superhero battles to the bitter end. There is no greater hero in my world than my brother, Mark.

My idol worship began long ago when he was a long-haired, peace-sign-wearing hipster complete with a green VW Beetle. He has always been cool in my eyes even when he was swinging nunchucks and doing karate kicks within an inch of my face thinking he was Bruce Lee.

As an adult, Mark embodied the perfect blend of my father’s work ethic, generosity, and integrity and my mother’s zany sense of humor and charisma. He loved a good pun, the more groan-worthy the better. He was humble yet confident. Driven but fun-loving. And so incredibly handsome. Even the little old ladies at Mom’s retirement home would tell me so…regularly.

How could I not be proud of Mark’s body of work? Everything he did was focused on making someone else’s life better. He never sought praise, but it shone down on him often - the guy even won the Boy Scout Award and he wasn’t even a boy scout! Everyone seemed to know and LIKE Mark. I loved being able to say, “Yea, that’s my brother.” But what was even more precious to me was that I was part of his personal world. Where he didn’t have to be “on”, where he could, dare I say “let his hair down”.

I admired his smarts, his style and his natural ease. To the world, he was seemingly the master of everything, the man in charge, the “go to” guy when you had a problem. It didn’t happen often, but every now and then I would see a chink in his armor – he’d be huddled in a corner sharing what was happening at work with my father – perhaps the one guy to whom he could share anything. The sight of a beloved son looking to his father made Mark more human to me and even more of a hero in my eyes.

For all the corporate bravado, Mark was silly and didn’t take himself too seriously. At home, he was known for his fairly decent Donald Duck impression, his freakishly good rendition of the Wicked Witch, and for cracking an imaginary egg on the heads of the grandkids. But you may not know that Mr. big shot CEO was kooky enough to audition with his family for a TV game show! And we almost made it too! I loved that Mark could laugh at himself. He liked to tell the story of how he was chucking ice from his soda into his mouth at the office one afternoon, but he reached for the wrong cup and wound up chucking what was left of his morning coffee all over his face and crisp white shirt. He said he stunk the entire day.

Mark had so many interests, like photography. Raise your hand if Mark ever took your picture. As I suspected. He also loved fitness. He is bound to be in the Spinning Hall of Fame, should they ever build one. He was into cruising, music, cars and driving. I think he saw it as a personal challenge to get somewhere and back in one day! Florida in a few hours? No problem. Give him a fast car and a good stereo and he was in hog heaven.

About 2 years ago, he finally treated himself to his dream car: a Porsche. He didn’t make a big deal about it, but I think he secretly loved to show it off. I’m sure my 87 year old mother still has nightmares of taking those curves around Loch Raven at those speeds.

But I have a confession, I never rode in that car. I always declined. It screamed mid-life crisis to me. Ironic, right? Mid-life? I only wish it had been his mid-life. Failing to experience HIS joy in that car is one of my greatest regrets. Today, I am SO happy he got that car and enjoyed it to the fullest before he could no longer drive.

More than things, Mark treasured people: his Furst and Tirocchi families, his colleagues, and his friends - whether he just met them in spin class or the ones he has known for a lifetime. Most precious to him were his innermost circle. The people with whom he spent virtually every Saturday night and traveled the world: Peggy and Michael, Kim and Mike, Patty and David, Helen and Larry. You have been a Godsend this year.

Above all else he loved his girls. His mother, Judy; Sandy, his beloved wife of 39 years whom he met at a dance in this very church; and his precious twins, Sarah and Stephanie. Sandy, you were his love and you created a wonderful home and sanctuary into which he could retreat. By taking care of the home front, you made his work world possible. And for all the plaques and awards he received, Sarah and Steph, you were his greatest prize; Giuliano, you were a bonus! The son he never had.

I think it is fitting that my parents chose the name that they did for him. As far as I know, there are no “Marks” in our ancestry. No long lost uncles to whom they wanted to pay tribute. They simply liked the name and wanted something that would set him apart. “Mark” when used as a verb is something that makes a visible impression. AND THAT HE DID, daily, throughout his personal and professional life. If there was something he could do to help somebody out, he would, never seeking praise or expecting payback. His professional legacy lives on in the thousands of Marylanders his leadership helped but I suspect everyone in this room has a private story of how Mark made your life a little better: the career advice he gave you; the free tickets he arranged to show up at your door; the hours he spent taking your engagement photos free of charge; the time he shocked everyone and shaved his gorgeous mane of hair to support you in your cancer treatment. I found an old quote from an interview he gave where he said, “Success must be measured, very simply, in terms of helping more people. Making their world a better place.” With great confidence, I think we can agree that Mark was tremendously successful by his own standard.

So while we are sad, let’s walk away from today feeling lucky to have known Mark, lucky to have loved him and luckier still to have been loved by him – our very own superhero.

Mark ended every note with one phrase, “Cheers”. Today, the toast is for you Mark, to a life well-lived. I will treasure my memories of you and will do my best to carry on your legacy of selfless giving.

Cheers.


On November 27, 2019, Mark S. Furst; beloved husband of Sandra “Sandy” Furst (nee Tirocchi); devoted father of Sarah Furst Zoppo and husband Giuliano, and Stephanie Furst; loving son of Judith Furst and the late Frederick V. Furst, III; dear brother of John Furst, Stacie Kwoka, Mary Furst, Kelly Nolan and Colin Furst and their respective spouses; brother-in-law of Louis Tirocchi, Jr. and his wife. Also survived by many nieces, nephews, loving family and friends.

Family and friends are invited to gather at Schimunek Funeral Home, Inc., 9705 Belair Rd., Nottingham, MD 21236, on Thursday, December 5, 2019, from 2-4pm and 7-9pm. A Memorial Mass will be held on Friday, at 11am, at St. Isaac Jogues Catholic Church, 9215 Old Harford Rd., Parkville, MD 21234. Interment services will be private. The family suggests that in lieu of flowers, memorial contributions be made to the Mark and Sandy Furst Scholarship Fund benefiting PACT at Kennedy Krieger Institute. Direct your gift to the Office of Philanthropy, Kennedy Krieger Institute, 707 N. Broadway, Baltimore, MD 21205, or KennedyKrieger.org/Furst. Checks made payable to: Kennedy Krieger Foundation, memo line "Mark Furst".