Dan Brown's (who later called himself Honor Seed) obituary as it appeared in 2007:

"Ocean Park, WA resident Honor Seed, 53, died February 22, 2007 at his home following a long battle with cancer. He was born Daniel T. Brown on April 10, 1953 in Brookline, MA to Walter E. and Jennie V. (Prindle) Brown.

Early on, the family moved to the La Canada/Flintridge area of Los Angeles where he attended school. He was a sports writer for the La Canada/Flintridge High School and also worked for the Valley Sun Newspaper. He later attended Oregon State University. In 1986 he moved to Oysterville and managed his own construction business.

Often an advocate for the oppressed and a lover of animals, he did his best to support his neighborhood. He lost his home to a fire in January of this year, and truly appreciated the help he received from all. He took the time to write a thank you letter, which was published in the Chinook Observer.

His father Walter E. Brown of La Canada, two brothers Gregory and Timothy and sister Judith survive him.

At his request, no formal funeral services are to be held. Arrangements entrusted to Penttila's Chapel by The Sea, Long Beach"

(Link:http://www.penttilaschapel.com/sitemaker/sites/pentti0/obit.cgi?user=hseed)


From 6th grade at FIS until the end of our senior year at LCHS, Dan and I spent a lot of time sitting next to each other in an assortment of classes-- thanks, of course, to the LC teachers' continual practice of "alphabetical seating." To me, Dan always seemed rather quiet and shy-- but nice and with some pretty interesting opinions once you got him talking.

A year before his passing, Dan (who, for reasons unknown to me, had re-named himself Honor Seed and was now living the life of a struggling artist along the coast in the Pacific Northwest) reached out to a few of us former classmates via e-mail to reminisce about the old LC days. We then lost touch again. Perhaps those who knew him better will understand the person he became in later life-- but, to me, Dan will always be 18 and the guy who sat behind me in class year after year. Rest in peace, buddy-- you may be gone but you are not forgotten.

-- Cindy (Breslin) Beres