Stu’s Tale
Stuart Allan Hill was born in a small burg called Southport, just down the road a bit from Alliance Nebraska. In the summer of '81, he became the youngest of three kids and the only son of Stuart Sr. and Marynell Hill. Stu Sr. was the most successful Realtor in Southport, which is to say the only Realtor in Southport. Their three-story brick behemoth of a house dominated its section of Main Street like a juiced up big leaguer on the company softball team. Suffice it to say the Hill family didn't want for much.
Stu Jr. was a bright kid and it didn't take him long to realize he was different from the other little boys his age. He had no interest in sports and when his big sisters dressed him up in their old dresses like a living Barbie doll, he seemed to have more fun than they did.
It wasn't easy growing up gay in a small town in one of the reddest states in the country, but he did the best he could. Stu thought it was wise to hide the truth from everyone, even from himself for a while. Stu would have told you the worst example of this policy was his bright idea to take poor Malory Benes, from neighboring Sidney Nebraska, to his junior prom and effectively traumatizing them both.
He managed good grades (no girlfriends to distract him from his schoolwork) and saved up his money (bagging groceries at the Jack n Jill after school and on weekends) and was soon off to what he always knew would be greener pastures—college.
While studying at the University of Nebraska and in between playing the flute for the marching band and hanging out with the group of hipsters and foreign students that took him in, he finally felt comfortable enough to be himself. Stuart came out of the closet his sophomore year at the University and planned to break the news to his family over Christmas.
As it usually does, life got in the way. His father, who had been battling colon cancer for years, had gone sick at Thanksgiving and didn't live to see December.
He spent the next few years convincing himself he stalled for this very thing to happen. Stuart was the last of three kids as I mentioned earlier and by the time Stu came around his parents were, frankly, too old to be having children . . . But by then the cows were already out of the barn as they say and you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube etc.
His two older sisters scattered across the country as they enjoyed successful careers and marriages while their mother, Marynell, lives alone (with a live-in nurse) in the sprawling brick monstrosity on 4th and Main.
Stuart Allan Hill lived in the University Place Building in Downtown Lincoln, apartment 3F, until his time of death. At the time of this writing, Stuart is survived by no one . . . everyone he loves is dead.
Stuart Hill
8/1/1981 – 10/21/2011
Rest in Piece 
