John Fasano, 1961-2014

John FasanoI had known of John Fasano for awhile, at least I knew the name, before I knew the man. Being in collectibles as long as I have, you would know it at some point. John was a film and television director, producer and writer. He was also an avid collector and enthusiast of all things entertainment and pop culture related.

John and his wife, Edie, attended Daniel Roebuck’s Dr. Shocker’s Vault of Horror premiere that we set up at the TCL Chinese Theatre last October. Not long afterward, John talked to me about working on his collection. It was a no-brainer. Of course, we would do it!

After several trips to John and Edie’s home, we collected everything that was to be included in the auction: masks, toys, props, five decades’ worth. But there was a King Kong vs. T-Rex bronze statue that John was keeping. He was simply not parting with it. So each time I visited I would tease John by saying that there was still room to add his prized sculpture. Each time he would sheepishly demurred. It was our running joke — our version of “as you wish.”

In addition to working on the John Fasano collection, John also helped write the description for the Auction of the Apes catalog. He wrote the fantastic introduction, too. Then after that, he wrote the descriptions for the Disney Auction catalog. He was generous with his time, friendship and heart.

To say he left us too soon is a massive understatement. He had so much more to give, to strive and live for. We had work to do. Of course, I know how selfish I’m being — I want more of John Fasano. On the other hand, I could take solace in knowing that John has embarked on a new adventure, that he is pain-free and happy, that his work was finished here and that he has moved on to bigger and better. Maybe in a few months I could take on this mindset. Maybe in a few months I could truly appreciate, not lament, the short time I spent with him (and not kick myself for never asking if he actually wrote the line, “I’ll be your huckleberry.”) Later we will celebrate his life and work.

Right now it’s too soon. Right now I feel a lost of giant proportions. There are no mixed emotions. There is but one: that of supreme sadness. Rest in peace, John. Your kindness, humor, wit and talents will be sorely missed.