Malcolm Byers (20 Mar 1957 - 10 May 2025)

You are at peace now, sleep well.

for the few months I visited stan with my dad Martin, I always came away with great stories and all of them either gave me a chuckle or giant bursts of laughter, Even though I didn’t know him for long, it didn’t take much time to see the kind of person he was. He had a strong, no-nonsense personality and a presence you cannot forget. from what I saw, he truly lived life to the fullest. I’m grateful I got the chance to spend that time with him.

I’ve said many times to people that Stan signalled a turning point in my life. I was always an outcast to some extent, even in my own family and so when I joined the Celts, it was something I’d never experienced before - the feeling of being a brotherhood where everyone has your back but also rips into you mercilessly… and writes terrible things on your forehead while you’re asleep that you don’t notice until you finish your breakfast at Tesco with everyone laughing and go out into the van and look in the rearview mirror (oddly specific I know)

Anyway, there was one specific moment out of many that made me realise Stan would always look out for me - and that was at a rally where I was working security as a tall painfully thin and gangly person (who should never have been in security) and him and the club president and vice president asked me to eject a very large yeti type guy from the marquee. I gulped, looked at Stan who simply nodded at me with a sort of ‘off you go’ expression and I literally took the longest walk of my life across this marquee to the behemoth who was rocking out pretty hard. I tapped him on the shoulder and gulped (again) and asked him to leave but he started laughing and then he looked behind me. I turned around to see Stan, Taz and Gypsy rolling around laughing, literally clinging on each other unable to breathe with the hysterics.

When I got back over it was just Stan, and he put a hand on my shoulder (still laughing mind you) and said ‘you did good boy’ - and it sounds really ridiculous but at that moment those words meant the world to the boy that never really fit in anywhere.

Anyway, of course I should have told Stan all of this, and how much he meant and how happy I was to have the chance to reconnect towards the end of his life, but instead I just had banter with him up until my very last visit, so I guess I just have to hope that he knew it.

Stan was an absolutely amazing guy, he means a lot to me and I hope this donation helps with the research

Rest up stan i will always remember as a kid you taking us out in different cars doing wheel spins and letting me steer the car down the lane. You was an epic cousin will miss ye mate x

Rest in peace Stan xx

I have so many special happy funny memories of you that i will treasure and hold on tight to forever. You always made me feel special as your baby sister. I love you. Caddy wads xxxx

Forever in our hearts dad ❤️ glad your finally at peace. Lubboo forever and always xxx

Miss you and love you, Dad. I will treasure my memories of you and hope you are smiling down from wherever you may be now. Rest easy with plenty of tea! Xxx

Dad; There's not a day that goes past that I don't miss you.
I hear a song and think of you.
Every time I make a cup of tea, I wish I could have a cup with you.
I'm so glad you're out of pain now; thank you for everything. Love you x

No one could ask for a better older brother,rest in peace Stan.