Brian Holcomb

Brian Holcomb, age 46yrs of Atco, NJ passed away on Saturday April 11 2020 of complications of the COVID-19 virus. Brian is survived by his daughter, Haddie, his parents, Bert and K.C. Holcomb of Atco, his uncle, J.J. Carden and his fiancée, Casie Bodine. Cremation will be held privately. For those who wish to help, please contribute to the Education fund for Haddie Holcomb c/o K.C. Holcomb, 2314 Ilene Lane, Atco, NJ 08004 Condolences may be shared at www.lpwoosterfuneralhome.com. It’s almost impossible to imagine that anybody has ever spent any small amount of time with Brian and then gone on to forget him. He was the kind of person and artist who made indelible marks in people’s lives. He had a personality the size of a small car, an absolutely unique perspective on the world, and an insatiable appetite for joy. Every person who stepped through his life is fuller for having met him. Having passed, he will continue to exert a stronger pull on our lives than many of the people still here. His life was an immense success, full of love, friendship, creativity, and extremely loud laughter. —Dennis DiClaudio *** Every day at 7:30, Brian sent me a text saying “I love you.” Every day he was up and off to Haddie to get her ready for school. Every day he was working on his movie, his writing, his craft. Every day he came home to me. He was always my heart, my soul, my love. There were boyfriend afternoons, in which we went off adventuring, camera in hand, to find new inspiration. There were nap days for when we both had both pushed ourselves so hard and needed to catch up. Brian made the best scrambled eggs. The best and pan tomato sauce. We cooked together. He was my ground. Brian could describe a movie like no one else. I tell you, I want to see the movies he described because his were so much more than the reality. Brian listened patiently and completely and understood every word that anyone said, be it our children, his family, his friends. Brian brought the flame of creativity and ignited forest fires in your soul. Brian helped so many take flight. —Casie Bodine *** Brian Holcomb was a son, a father, a partner, and a friend, but most of all Brian was a lover of movies. He loved to talk about them and he loved to make them. Movies were the central focus, the steadfast passion in Brian’s life. Brian was a cinema scholar and a critic whose mind seemed to possess endless information about filmmakers and their work. Brian was also a madman artist whose mind brimmed with countless movie ideas which he voiced in a fascinating stream of consciousness. Brian had a deep, resonant voice that, like his personality, filled the room. Brian was many things to many people, but ultimately Brian was a filmmaker and film is forever. So although the movie theater is dark now, just turn on the projector of memory and the light of Brian’s life, his ideas, and his movies will continue to flicker. —John Boggi *** For Brian Look up all of the positive traits you could find in a person. Intelligence, understanding, compassion, truthfulness, loyalty, enthusiasm, humor, rightfulness…Brian Holcomb had them all. He was a special person to many people and, although I only met him about six years ago, he became one of the closest friends I’ve ever had. Anyone who came in contact with Brian knew how special he was. In his personal life, he had close and loving relationships with his daughter, his girlfriend, his parents and many friends. We shared a similar interest in the world of movies, and Brian’s achievements in that realm included writing expertly about the subject for several online publications, directing shorts and even a feature film and serving as an advisor to aspiring filmmakers seeking his valued opinion. Brian and I were working on a documentary at the time of his passing. We were both excited about this project, and Brian’s talents as an editor and filmmaker shined in the early stages of development. Always smiling, you sensed Brian really loved his life. And we loved him. He was a special person and is sorely missed by all who knew him. —Irv Slifkin