Stephen Hinson Bell

April 30, 1965April 17, 2017

Stephen Hinson Bell, 51, of Kennesaw, GA, died Monday, April 17, 2017 at his home.

A native of Spartanburg, SC, he graduated from Dorman High School in 1983. He earned a Bachelor’s degree in mathematics from Wofford College in 1987, as well as a Master’s degree and a PhD in mathematical sciences from Clemson University in 1989 and 1994. He worked as a mathematics professor at Kennesaw State University until 2016. He is survived by his wife of 24 years, Marla Medford Bell; his daughter, Bethany L. Bell; his parents, Curtis P. and Cornelia Riser Bell of Spartanburg; his brother, Jeffrey C. Bell and his wife, Janelle of Oak Ridge, TN; his brother, Ryan R. Bell of Spartanburg; as well as his nieces, nephews, and other family members.

A memorial service will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Saturday, May 13th, 2017, at St. James United Methodist Church, 213 North Lanford Rd., Spartanburg, with Reverend Wayne Smith officiating. The family will receive friends from 12:00 to 12:45 p.m. prior to the service at the church. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to The Brain and Behavior Research Foundation. Visit and search his name under “Obituaries” to share memories and leave condolences with the family.


  • Visitation Saturday, May 13, 2017
  • Memorial Service Saturday, May 13, 2017

Stephen Hinson Bell

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Dennis Adams

May 15, 2017

Dr. Bell (Stephen's dad) and family--deepest sympathies and prayers for your family. I graduated with Stephen, and he was a kind, gifted, and brilliant man. I know you he made you very proud.

Annette Haynie

May 11, 2017

I guess I've known Stephen all his life. I baby sat all 3 boys and Stephen was always a joy. I pray that your family will be wrapped in the arms of God in the days to come.

Elaine Gaunce Webb

May 7, 2017

Sorry to lose another class of 83 Cavalier

Christopher LalDin

May 1, 2017

My fondest memory of Steve is from our college days at Wofford college. One evening after a Bible study with a large group of young people from Evangel Cathedral and Wofford college we were all sitting down and having dinner at our local Fuddruckers in Spartanburg, SC. You have to remember that Steve was a quiet person and when he spoke every one listened. So this evening sitting at Fuddruckers Steve picks up the bottle of mustard placed on the table and notices that it says "Mother Fuddruckers" on it. He looks at us says, "sure sounds like a cuss word to me". Every one at the table just burst out laughing, not only because he was right but also he was funny.
I remember for two years playing Raquel ball with my friend Steve several nights a week and I can't recall a single time when I won a single game. You could say that I was bad at racquet ball or Steve was just that good. He truly was a gifted athlete. He would ride his Pugeot bicycle several times a week to neighboring towns twenty to thirty miles away and back.
I remember one evening when we were driving around town in my beat up 1963 VW Beetle Bug we came across a really nice dark green VW Beetle Bug with a semi automatic gear shift that had no clutch and nice sporty rims. Steve immediately fell in love with that car and thus bought his first car. Later he used his bonus money from joining the army reserves to buy a new Toyota Tercel.
I remember one night when we were driving around town in my car and we ran out of gas. Being careful as we were, we pulled the car in a grassy median of the road and turned our hazard lights on. After an ordeal to find a gas can and purchasing some gas, we returned to find that the hazard lights had drained the car's battery. As we were standing there looking pathetic, a nice young woman stopped by and gave us a jump start. The woman must have been in her late twenties or early thirties. Steve asked the lady if she went to college in town. Mind you it was dark and maybe a small amount of street light. I could see the lady blushing and asking Steve, "how old do you think I am". It made that ladies night.
My friend I will truly miss you. Life happened, we got married, raised children and lost touch. By the time I found you again you were in so much pain I did not know how to be your friend. I am so sorry for those missed opportunities.
The only consolation I have is that you are with our Lord Jesus and "Pain no more".
Your Friend,
Christopher LalDin