Mark Herbert Jaster was born April 20, 1965, in Minneapolis, Minnesota - a birthdate of which he was particularly proud. For those who knew Mark well, you know.

On September 27, 2026, Mark was guided into the loving arms of God, surrounded by the people who loved him the most: his younger sister, Kristi; his nephew, Matthew; and his brothers - lifelong best friend Bob Liljegren and Pat Marsen.

Mark attended Central High School in Duluth and went on to wear many hats throughout his working life. Of them all, the one he wore with the greatest pride was that of a mechanic at Wally’s Service (Lindholm) in Duluth. It was at Wally’s that Mark made lifelong friendships and learned some of the most valuable lessons in life. All of the shenanigans, coupled with learning to be a great mechanic, were things that Mark cherished his entire life.

And then there were Mark’s stories.

Anyone who spent enough time with him probably heard some of them more than once -and Mark was perfectly happy to tell a good story over and over, despite your angst. Some of his favorites came from his rock-and-roll days: seeing Ozzy Osbourne and Randy Rhoads in the lobby of the Normandy, working different rock concerts (Liljegren), and retelling the adventures of friends who somehow ended up on stages, standing atop enormous speakers, sometimes with bottles of alcohol in hand (Korpi).

He loved telling stories of his tow-truck days and side construction jobs, along with snowmobiling stories (Sharnott and Mattakat). And if you hadn’t heard enough, he would then make you listen to endless hours of the Scorpions and Ozzy, just to name a few.

The stories he held closest to his heart were always about his brother and lifelong best friend, Bob Liljegren, and their shenanigans. Shortly before his death, Mark spoke of stories and experiences he and Bob had shared, and how some of them would go to their graves with them. That can only leave us wondering, because the stories that WERE told were certainly wild!

All those stories were about a life Mark had lived, people he loved, and memories he never wanted to forget. He kept a list of his brothers who had gone before him, and he cried every time he read it. Now we can cry knowing he is with them in heaven, partying as they once did.

He also loved telling stories about himself, Dad, and Grandpa Jaster fixing vehicles - and about Kristi nearly killing them by throwing one into gear on Grandview Avenue as they were working in it. One of Mark’s greatest prides in life was his vehicles, beginning with a Ford F-100, which may explain why he hated Fords, and continuing through to his current Honda Pilot, which accompanies him here today.

Another of Mark’s greatest loves was dogs. Whether they were his dogs, family dogs, or Kristi’s dogs, they were all his. From Cleo, Bandit, Heidi, Bear, Brody, Beau, Thor, Kip, and Skid to his current dogs, Halo and his ultimate best friend, Abel, Mark loved them all.

As Mark was walking toward God, he patted a spot on his blanket that had Abel’s picture and said, “Tell my buddy I love him.” That moment showed Mark’s character in its entirety.

Mark was deeply devoted to God, doing his devotions daily and praying to God unceasingly. His family finds great comfort in knowing that Mark trusted God and that God was waiting for him with open arms.

We also cannot forget the tough-as-nails and stubborn Mark whom we can all picture with a cigarette in one hand and a Busch beer in the other, along with all of his famous quotes that we can think of as we depict that vision of him in our heads.

Mark was preceded in death by his parents, Carol and Herbert Jaster; paternal grandparents, Herbert and Margaret Jaster; maternal grandparents, Winifred and Christine Warren; many beloved aunts, uncles, and cousins; too many lifelong friends to count; and many beloved dogs.

Mark is survived by his younger sister, Kristi Jaster; nephew, Matthew Jaster; brother and lifelong best friend, Bob Liljegren; and other brother, Pat Marsen; Abel and Halo; and extended family members and friends whose lives were forever changed by knowing him.

Mark is also survived by so many people he considered family and whom he loved, with special mention of the Martius family. Mark would want us to mention his nephew Jake Martius, whose accomplishments, plumbing business, and trucks were always a particular source of pride for Mark.

Mark was an awesome big brother, a loyal best friend, a devoted “Funcle” (Fun Uncle), a dog lover, a storyteller, and a man of faith. He loved deeply, and those fortunate enough to be loved by Mark knew it.

In his final moments, he was able to address those who were there with him, both individually and as a group. He expressed his wishes for us all to continue to love one another, gave us his blessing, and told us how proud he was. He left each of us with a personalized message of love and his wishes for us going forward. Those spoken words are tokens that we will cherish forever.

A visitation honoring Mark’s life will be held Tuesday, October 13, 2026, at 1:00 p.m., followed by a short service at 2:00 p.m. in the chapel at Sunrise Funeral Home, Crematory & Cemetery, 4798 Miller Trunk Highway, Hermantown, Minnesota 55811. Interment will follow the service, where Mark will be laid to rest with his parents, specifically sharing a plot with his dad, which was his final wish.

A Celebration of Life will immediately follow the interment at: Windwood Townhomes Community Center, 807 Upham Road, Duluth, MN 55811

This celebration is something Mark wanted specifically, so let’s make it exactly that - a celebration.

Please come as you are. Dress in your best Chevy gear - or Ford gear, if you have an unsettled dispute! Bring your stories, your laughter, and your favorite memories of Mark, and help us celebrate the life of a man who gave us plenty of stories worth telling and left us with love in our hearts.

If you have a beverage of choice, please feel free to bring it for yourself. The family will be providing an array of beverages and hors d’oeuvres.

Most importantly, come prepared to share a story about Mark. If there was ever a man who appreciated a good story—especially one worth telling more than once—it was him.

And Mark, we’ll give you the last word. This is what we know you would say:

“From the foothills of the Great Canadian Rockies, this is AA0FY signing out, got one rolled?”