Paul Aloysius Grillo

Paul Aloysius Grillo August 26, 1963 - January 23, 2012 Paul was born in Hermosa Beach California to Rex and Donna Grillo. He died in Los Angeles California. He fought the good fight against several illnesses before they finally took him from us. He is survived by his parents Rex and Donna Grillo, brother Brian, and sister Dominique (brother-in-law David). Also surviving are many cousins, Mike, Tim, Mary, Kevin, Mark, Megan, Tonito and Monica, Christopher, Jennifer, Kathleen and Dominic. Cousin Mary was always there for him, as she always is for the whole family. The cousins have all at one time or another been the brunt of one of Paul's famous practical jokes which they remember now with great laughter. His aunts, Barbara, Maureen (& Alberto), Kath (&Tony) Elaine, JoAnne and Lupe, and Uncle Eugene loved him and will miss him. Preceding him in death to light his way, his grandparents, Joe and Kay Donovan and Domenic and Clara Grillo and his Uncles Joey, Buck, Virgil, Larry, and Cousin Larry Knapp Jr., along with several other extended family members. Paul was so artistic and creative. Prior to his illness, Paul worked in various aspects of the entertainment industry, for Geffen Records, New Line Cinema and the Motion Picture Industries. One of his friends says "He was a sheer joy to be around. He loved life, he loved people, he loved music and loved to make people laugh. He was also whip smart and deeply devoted & loyal to his friends. Paul understood the absurdity of life and chose to enjoy the ride. All of this while being instrumental in helping to get Guns n Roses, Nirvana and hosts of other artists on MTV. Paul lived in that rarified air reserved for dreamers and angels, and now, he has gone home." His family thanks his many friends for sharing their memories with us. We wish to express our grief, but also our abiding love for Paul at this time with an Irish Blessing. Rest in Peace Pauly, until we meet again. Beannacht/Blessing On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home. May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours, may the protection of the ancestors be yours. And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life. ~John O'Donohue