Joseph David Oyster

March 20, 1991May 5, 2019

Joseph David Oyster, age 28 our precious son, brother, and uncle cut short his sojourn here on earth on May 5, 2019. He was born to Gail and David Oyster in Little Rock, Arkansas on March 20, 1991. He is mourned and dearly missed by his mom and dad, his sister Anna, her husband Travis and his nieces Emily and Riley, his nephew Luke, and many friends who loved him. We will remember his kind and compassionate heart, and his humor and aptitude for entertaining us. A memorial service will be held on Saturday May 11th at 2pm at Living Way Foursquare Church (2217 Cottondale Lane Little Rock, AR 72202).


  • Memorial Service Saturday, May 11, 2019


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David Oyster

May 19, 2019

I will always love you, dad

JD Francisco

May 13, 2019


I’m so shocked to hear the news. I still don’t know what happened. I may not have been as close as some other friends, but I remember you just the same. Always smiling and goofing around. I remember thinking to myself, damn this guy is cool. I wanna hang with him. I remember going to your house and jamming. I was not very good at guitar at all, but you jammed with me anyway. I was always jealous of your skills and wanted to be a drummer, but never had the coordination. You will be missed brother. May you Rest In Peace.

Duane Bales

May 11, 2019

My heartfelt sympathies and condolences to the entire family.

Justin Williams

May 10, 2019

Oyster was many things; to me he was one of those friends you could not see for years and when you got back together it would be as if nothing changed. I expected to see him again this year, in his tattered black skinny jeans with his little chain connected to his wallet, he'd either be twirling a tray of some sort or size or fingering his pocket knife. He'd be cracking a huge grin as if he told some dirty joke from underneath his little 70's porn-stache, who knows maybe he'd be trying to grow it out again and twirl it in the hipster fashion. He'd spot me from across the restaurant or bar and make a weird goofy face, that asks what I'm doing there. He'd come over in good time and give me a good hug, always wary of how close my hands got to his sides because of how ridiculously ticklish he was. He'd ask me how I was doing, how Haley was, and I'd reciprocate in turn. He'd give me an incredulous look while pointing and kinda leaning back crouching and spinning around slightly, a fonz like maneuver, stating this is it, like what else can I say. Then we'd get on as we always have. Maybe we'd sit and drink old fashions and sazeracs, periodically stepping out to smoke while chatting about life and big things; or maybe we'd be playing pool in a hazy room, me with my two bottles of wine and him with his kolsch,smoking cigars. All the familiar faces would be there; Mike at the door, Santoro at the bar, Sammi got a sitter, that one very nice gentleman pool shark who always had his own tunes, the whole big o family streaming in and out as their lives required. I'd ask him to text me his new address so I could send him the invite to my wedding and ask him if he wanted to do something for my bachelor party, we'd decide to shoot guns, he'd make fun of me for having a poor shot. I'd leave and go back to Arizona not even thinking twice about whether or not I'd see him again, because I knew I would, and I expected that now, but I was wrong. I will never see him again and it hurts.

Garrick Stricklin

May 10, 2019

To say I am heartbroken would be an understatement. Your friendship changed my life. Before we met I was an awkward guy with few friends at a school I hated. I went home every night and sat alone in my room. Then I met Borelli, Omeed, Chelsey, Drew, Perry, Alicia, Sto, and You and Jacqui, and you all became my best friends. Our nights spent at Barnes were some of the best times of my life. The days out shooting in woods, racing down on Shackelford, and the many many nights spent trying to finish Tropic Thunder at your apartment, ill never forget those times. You never failed to make us laugh, you were always entertaining and never turned down a challenge. I'm going to miss you bud, rest easy.

Dylan Madden

May 10, 2019

Dear Joe,

Where to start? You knew me before I started high school and saw me all the way through. You were the closest thing I had to an older sibling during some of the most confusing years of my life. No matter what, if you were on the schedule, the day was worth working. You taught me things that no one else would have been willing to teach, and showed me more than you could know. You’re never gone, and never forgotten. Thank you.

Steven Perry

May 10, 2019

I don't even know where to begin. It still feels so unreal. You were a one of a kind soul, that had such a deep impact on so many lives. I remember hanging out at Barnes one Friday night, and I ran inside to use the bathroom, and while I was gone, you snagged the tailgate off my truck, and put it in the back of some random suburban as a prank. I was hotter than a firecracker, but it sure was funny. I'm going to miss you, man. I always loved you like a brother. I'll see you on the other side!

Stuart Skiles

May 9, 2019

I’m so sorry to be writing this. I will miss you. You were such a great guy and I always looked forward to you coming to my home for Christmas, Thanksgiving and all of the other family times we had together.
You were always friendly from the first time I met you till when we had 6 dogs in the house and all of the other family here at Christmas. I’m sure it was a challenge to deal with all of us.
You were the guy that took all of our family photos by the tree or on the beach and I just realized that I wish you were in those pics with us because you were part of our family.
I love you and always will.

Stu Skiles

Charlotte and Michael Whitt

May 9, 2019

Michael and I were so sad to hear of Joe’s passing. He was a dear friend to our grandson, Connor Whitt, all through high school. He was always so friendly and polite and had such a great sense of humor. Our thoughts and love go out to his family. Know that he is at peace.

Jared Wierman

May 9, 2019

Hello All, My name is Jared. Joe was my closest friend for the last six months. I met him in Little Rock about three years ago and we hit it off talking about our shared love of metal music. We saw each other at Joe's favorite pool hall in Little Rock, The Fountain, quite a bit but I would always lose. He was the best pool player that I ever played. Once we both moved up to Rogers, about 6 months apart, we finally met up again and he trained me at Big Orange Rogers. He was such a brilliant leader and really valued doing an excellent job. Over the next few months we hung out quite a bit and realized we had a ton of strange and specific things in common, like the fact that we both made it 95% of the way through The Dark Tower series by Stephen King but hadn't ever finished the last couple hundred pages.
We shared a love for his favorite band, Norma Jean and would talk music for hours. When I was practicing tattooing we would do matching pieces on each other. We were planning on moving into a house together with our friend Brian for like six months. We were going to play music together and we searched for so long trying to find a house that Joe could play his drums in without any complaints from the neighbors. We finally found that place and paid a deposit the day before he passed. We had a lot of plans to travel together with our friends and tour and hopefully help each other move to another part of the country later like New Orleans or New York. Even though I am personally heartbroken by his loss, our friends and I agree that we were given a gift by getting the chance to know him and be close to him even if it was a short time. He let us knew what he appreciated about us, made us laugh, and encouraged adventure, and excitement. I wanted to let him know how much I appreciated and was inspired by him as well, and I think even though he still struggled, he knew and was encouraged by it. Lots of love and beauty to all who read this and know his spirit is still alive.