Death date: Aug 23, 2020
Peacefully in his sleep following a lifelong illness, on Sunday, August 23, 2020 at the age of 49. Loving husband of Shari Davis (Blostin). Beloved father of Max and Harry. Cherished son and son in law of Charles and the late Mari Read Obituary
I used to do comedy with Jordon back in the 90's. One of my favorite Jordon Davis bits:
"Tums, with calcium."
It's medicine.
"Calcium, something my body needs anyway."
It's medicine.
If you're taking Tums for the calcium...
"New Tylenol, now with beta carotene."
"Erithromycin, now with vitamin C."
One more...
"New heroin, now fat free!"
(Miss you, man.)
I knew Jordon for 16 years but only online. He was a beacon in the darkness, with his calm approach, knowledge of the law, and sense of humor. Thanks, LL.
E
Charles: We pray that Jordan has found peace in the embrace of his loving mother. We pray as well that you are able to navigate through these difficult waters finding comfort in the knowledge that they are together, and your own strength in the people around you who love you. Love, Annetherese and Frank
I met him on ISF a few years ago. He was a favorite of mine. We exchanged pm's, and I was lucky to have that connection. I knew him to be wise, well spoken, kind and caring. I already miss him.
Julia (wasapi)
Jordan Was my friend my colleague and my fellow comedian, he on the stage and I write.
I saw him do stand up a couple of times, he was funny and not just to say he was a funny lawyer he was funny as a comic.
I really liked Jordan, he was a good and honest man who was born with both a bad and beautiful heart.
His smile and his wit will be missed by all.
R.I.P. Jordan
My condolences to everyone in mourning. Jordan was a larger than life personality in law school, who always had a witty joke. Rest in peace brother.
Eric Frisch
Jordon Davis was absolutely one of the most annoying people I have ever met in my entire life, and also one of the most enjoyable people I have ever met in my entire life.
The funny thing is that while a lot of people can make you switch back and forth between those two states - inchoate rage and utter delight - on an alternating basis, Jordon could make you transport you to both those places at the same time. It was - and I’m not sure where obituary tribute walls stands on mild bad language - a hell of a trick, made possible only because Jordon could be effortlessly charming and was always a step ahead of everyone else. He was always a little smarter, a little swifter. A little more imaginative. A lot funnier.
When my wife and I moved to New York from Atlanta at the same time that Jordon moved to Manhattan he and I would spend days wandering around the city and nights at terrible, rundown comedy clubs where he’d do his set - which was very, very funny - to tiny crowds chiefly comprised of other comedians (who never laughed and only frowned and took a lot of notes). If you were performing at one of those places then the management would insist that you should bring three-to-five friends along with you as paying customers in order to qualify for your five minute slot. Jordon didn’t have three-to-five friends available to run to a freezing-cold Mexican Fusion restaurant lounge in the back end of Brooklyn at two hours’ notice; he just had me - a fish-out-of-water pasty British illegal immigrant with a weird accent and goofy haircut - so at his instruction I’d spend an hour pretending to wait for the rest of our imaginary party; scowling at my watch, ordering extra drinks, looking over at the door expectantly whenever anyone walked in, and generally resorting to more and more abstract, exaggerated pantomimes of shame and embarrassment so that angry comedy club owners wouldn’t kick him off stage. I suspect that he roped me into doing those things because he found my discomfort intensely amusing. And by “suspect” I mean “know”. Because he told me that.
(He also once attempted to give me mild heart failure by confidently telling a group of drunk, rowdy US Marines that he was - despite all appearances - also a Marine, and that by some unfathomable miracle that I have yet to fully understand he managed to talk enough about his fake military career that they believed him and bought us some drinks and didn’t murder us and throw our remains in a dumpster in Queens. This probably isn’t the forum for that whole story. You know what? Forget I mentioned it.)
Looking back on what I’ve written it’s clear that Jordon Davis was a terrible friend; but his passing fills me with an odd, surprising, awkward, inexplicable sorrow that I don’t really know what to do with. We were in contact sporadically over the last few years because I, too, am a terrible friend, and that now seems like a foolish waste of time on my part. I mean, Jordon could talk for hours about why Janeway was the best Starfleet Captain (hint: she wasn’t) and about whether Voyager needed an Emergency Jewish Hologram (hint: it did), and then could turn around and show the kind of clear, articulate empathy and genuine warmth that made you realize that underneath all the noise and general Jordon-ness he was a person capable of extraordinary insight balanced with remarkable sensitivity and decency.
There are plenty of people whose lives he touched in greater, more profound ways, and who knew him better than I ever did, and I can’t begin to express the depth of my condolences. The world is a little smaller and duller for his passing. I’m just so sorry.
David Ball
Dear Charles - my heart is just breaking for you and your family....I am so sorry to hear this tragic news. Please know that you are in my thoughts. Jordan was a special and brilliant young man. Angela and Grant Loavenbruck
So sorry for your loss. Prayers gonoug to the entire Davis family
