Mark S. Oliver

mark oliver

September 3, 1957 ~ January 27, 2026

Born in: Boston, Massachusetts
Resided in: Danvers, Massachusetts

Mark S. Oliver, 68, died Tuesday, January 27, 2026 at his home in Danvers.

Born in Boston on September 3, 1957, he was the son of the late Joseph and Lillian (Keeler) Oliver.  He was raised and educated in Danvers and was a lifelong Danvers resident.

In his free time, Mark was a voracious toy collector.

He leaves three brothers, Wayne Oliver of Florida, Brian Oliver of Danvers, and Christopher Oliver of New Hampshire, as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

Funeral services are private.  Arrangements are by C.R. Lyons & Sons Funeral Directors, 28 Elm St., Danvers Square.  To share a message of sympathy with the Oliver family, please visit www.LyonsFuneral.com.

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  1. Many years ago, my husband and I met Mark when he became a regular customer at Vic’s Bakery, which was owned and operated by my husband’s family. I will always remember him asking for his coffee “golden brown”. We’ve moved out of state, but Mark has crossed my mind over the years. May he rest in eternal, heavenly peace.
    Janet and Carroll Lachance

    • My condolences to the Oliver Family,

      I’m so sorry, for the loss of your brother Mark, I would stop and talk with him on occasion, on my walks as he sat on his porch, he will be missed, I went to High School with, his brother Brian.

      With Sincere Sympathy,
      Bill Manley

  2. MY SINCERE AND DEEPEST CONDOLENCES TO MARKS FAMILY AND FRIENDS.MAY HE REST IN THE PEACE. LISA WILSON &JACK WILSON

  3. We have fond memories of Mark when we lived on Palmer ave..when our son was born he bought him a silver spoon from longs and would always call out to us and our dog “Petey dog..Petey the dog” on our walks ..Petey passed away last month..I hope they found each other again ❤️ we were so saddened to hear of his passing

  4. Mr Oliver will be missed. I have lived next door to him since 2017. He was a great guy and I will miss our conversations we would have in passing.


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