Flubug Memorial Hospital – The founder, co-creator and inspiration behind this paper and indeed the entire concept of Flubug and Down County died today in a real-life equivalent of Flubug Memorial Hospital in New York. He was 65.
Dean Wartti, who also co-founded the satirical country-swing ensemble, CDC Boys, in the mid-80s, died peacefully (on morphine) after a three month battle with nearly every malady known to man and a hopelessly inept staff who rotated daily to ensure no one ever knew his chart, status, name or even whereabouts while under their “care.”
As The Bugle’s Chief Executive Officer, a position he held from its inception in 2009 until his death, Dean led the paper through its tumultuous beginnings to its dizzying success (at one point attracting over 100 followers). He created nearly every character, business, town, landmark, government agency, history, organization and storyline in Flubug. With his lifelong co-collaborator, Andrea, they created a town originally intended to be a digital resting place for the CDC Boys. But as with all their endeavors, it became so much more. Indeed, the sprawling, township became so life-like an acquaintence (since unfriended) once asked if the two of them had indeed moved to Flubug.
Dean is survived by his mother, sister, hundreds of virtual residents pursuing meaningless lives in Down County, a $3,000 bill for back rent, and (last but not least) his collaborator of thirty-five years who will probably spend the rest of her life digging through the 1,500 emails he sent with conceptual content that somehow never made it into The Bugle. At least we’ll have material for the next decade.
From all of us at The Bugle (who by the way haven’t been paid in eleven years), Rest in Peace, Dear Friend! You’ve earned your place in the sun.
Services will be held at Flubug Cemetery this Sunday where against his wishes, in keeping with Down County tradition, The Quadracostal Assembly of Temporary Mercy Singers will present their rendition of “Closer My God to Thee.”
I had been trying to find Dean for many years. I guess I didn’t try hard enough. Last I heard he was working in a restaurant in Washington DC. He was a character, and the Mayor of Belltown. I loved that guy.
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We all loved him. The good news is he was a Flubugger which means he’ll probably show up unannounced one day.
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I would love nothing better than to hear it has all been some great misunderstanding, that Dean is back in his rightful place as Mayor of Belltown. Until then, I dutifully wait. Thank you for this comment, which reminds once again what a very special man Dean is and was.
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I miss him every day
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Sad to hear about your passing Dean, I hope you Rest In Peace. 46 years ago we got on the bus to Seattle from the NYC Port Authority after the James White And The Blacks concert…many adventures over the years in the Northwest.
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Dean wants you to know he has fond memories of those days and is busy learning the accordion.
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RIP, dear Dean.
I am verklempt that I am just learning about The Flubugle only upon Dean’s demise. I first met him in Seattle at the University District Street Fair in 1980 or 81 where he was hawking his homemade satirical newspaper, The Seattle Meekly. We became friends a couple years later and spent a pretty glorious year together as good pals in 84 or so. We had a blast at the ditto and other spots in Belltown.
He was a savior at our wedding in ‘88 when he walked in and saw that Sean Flanagan was overwhelmed in the kitchen. He took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and made sure the food got out. Such a mensch!
There are lots of stories but safe to say that he made a great impression on the world and we are sad that he has left it.
Charlie
Seattle
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We at the Bugle miss his uncanny social media skills, too. Seems there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do!
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