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 Sidney Douglas “Sid” Beebe Jr. of Mattituck, and owner of Sid Beebe Builders, passed away on Saturday, August 23, 2025. He was 64 years old.
The family received friends on Wednesday, August 27th from 4-8 P.M. at the DeFriest-Grattan Funeral Home in Mattituck.
The Liturgy of Christian Burial was celebrated on Thursday, August 28th at 11:00 A.M. at Our Lady of Ostrabrama R.C. Church in Cutchogue, officiated by Father Ryszard Ficek with the assistance of Deacon Doug Moran.
Interment followed at Sacred Heart R.C. Cemetery adjacent to the church.
In lieu of flowers, donations to North Fork Animal Welfare League, American Heart Association or Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center would be appreciated. Envelopes are available at the funeral home.
Obituary
Sidney Douglas Beebe Jr. was born April 11th, 1961 in Greenport, NY to parents Constance and Sidney Beebe. On August 23rd, 2025 Sid died peacefully at his home in Mattituck, NY. Known to many as Sid and to his family as Sonny, he graduated from Mattituck High School class of 1979 and from Cortland State University Class of 1987. Sid was a 4th generation builder on the North Fork and co-owned Sid Beebe Builders & Sons with his brother Tom for 35 years.
Sid held many titles in life: son, brother, boss, coach, but his most important title was Dad. Anyone who ever bumped into Sid knew he was gifted at chatting and his favorite subjects were his kids, and their many accomplishments! Doug and Alex have become accustomed to strangers congratulating them on lacrosse wins, college graduations and new jobs over the years.
Sid and his fiancé Marilyn were always hosting their kids, grandkids and families at the home they lovingly designed and built together. The couple loved traveling with their friends abroad, but visiting Florida for Yankee’s Spring Training every year was always a favorite destination. Sid was an avid fan of Riverhead Raceway and NASCAR, a passion instilled in him from childhood when his parents would load him and his 3 siblings into the car and travel to racetracks every weekend.
As a life-long animal lover, Sid always adored his dogs, a love he passed on to his kids. Sid and Marilyn’s beloved dogs, Bently and Chase will miss being absolutely spoiled by Sid.
Sidney Beebe Jr. is preceded by his father Sidney Beebe Sr. He is survived by his fiancé Marilyn Winters, children Douglas and Alexandra Beebe, step-children Gregory Winters (Christina Winters) and Timothy Winters (Rosemary Winters), mother Constance Beebe, siblings Cheryl Lynch (Kevin Lynch), Thomas Beebe (Virigina Beebe), and Sharen Augustine (Christopher Augustine), grandchildren Ella, Parker, Brody, Rosemary, Daisy Jean and his nieces, nephews and great-nieces.
Visitation was held on Wednesday, August 27, 2025, from 4pm-8pm at DeFriest-Grattan Funeral Home, 13805 Main Road, Mattituck, NY 11952. The Liturgy of Christian Burial was celebrated on Thursday, August 28, 2025, at 11am, at Our Lady of Ostrabrama, R.C. Church, 3300 Depot Lane, Cutchogue, NY 11935, officiated by Father Ryzard Ficek with the assistance of Deacon Doug Moran. Burial followed at Sacred Heart Cemetery, 3494 Depot Lane, Cutchogue, NY 11935.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to North Fork Animal Welfare League, American Heart Association, and Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center. Envelopes are available at the funeral home.
Messages of Sympathy
Dear Marilyn, and Family of Sid,\r\n\r\nWhat a huge loss to our community. We will always remember Sid as a great guy, with a smile and a a good chat. We have many memories from HS as the Beebe boys were a challenge on the field. (Southold was a friendly rival.) \r\n\r\nWe will keep you all in our thoughts and prayers. \r\n\r\nMark and Karen Van Bourgondien
by Karen Van Bourgondien
2025-08-27 8:12:23 PM
Dear Marilyn, and Family of Sid,\r\n\r\nWhat a huge loss to our community. We will always remember Sid as a great guy, with a smile and a a good chat. We have many memories from HS as the Beebe boys were a challenge on the field. (Southold was a friendly rival.) \r\n\r\nWe will keep you all in our thoughts and prayers. \r\n\r\nMark and Karen Van Bourgondien
by Karen Van Bourgondien
2025-08-27 8:21:07 PM
There are many great men in this world, but good men are few and far between. On August 22nd, we lost one such rare man, and his family, friends, colleagues, and community will miss him dearly.
My family has known Sid Beebe for nearly 30 years. When my parents, Ilya and Emilia Kabakov, first moved to the North Fork in search of a place and space to contemplate and create art, Sid helped them build what many have called, Paradise. Their studio, museum space, and model gallery, all built by Sid, has become a mecca for students of contemporary art. Like my parents, Sid poured his heart and soul into every project, and when one does their work with such care and such humility, the result is imbued with a life of its own. Each edifice he built became more than a sum of lumber, glass, and steel, it took on his warmth, his humor, his gentle character. \r\nWhen my stepfather passed, Sid cried with us, and helped carry him to his final resting place. Sid called my mom weekly and made sure at least the burden of caring for a home and museum could be eased for her during a time of great grief and deep mourning. And when the time came to build a new home on the site where my parents used to host interns and curators, there was never any question as to who would be entrusted with the task. For me and my husband, this project was personal, we planned to retire there, pass it on to our children. During the two years construction took place, Sid grew from a trusted and respected craftsman, into a dear friend. We began to look forward to the completion of the house not for the sake of living there, but to having him and Marilyn and their children, about whom we got lengthy weekly reports, share it with us. It is rare to make good friends late in life, and such friendships are especially precious as we make them as fully formed adults with all our experiences and prejudices in tow. Sid was that rare human that carried much experience but no prejudice I could ever see, and so the friendship was easy and natural to nurture.\r\nOn Friday, we pulled into our driveway at 10pm, tired after a long day\'s work and a long drive from the city. Of course, Sid was standing in the freshly leveled dirt with our plumber. Shocked at the lateness of the hour, and worried because we knew he had started at 7am, we told him to go home and get some rest. He laughed and said he was anxious about finishing up the last house he ever wanted to build. I laughed it off. We said goodnight. He said he would see us in the morning. But for Sid, the morning never came. His footprints are still in the hardened ground and I am loathe to cover them with grass.\r\n\r\nLike Sid did in life, his homes will continue to take care of those who live in them, and will do so for long after their inhabitants can no longer remember the carpenter who lovingly raised their beams.\r\n\r\nWe mourn his loss. \r\n\r\nViola, Doug, Emilia, Orliana, Joseph, Lauren, Isis, Aurora, Igor, Rima\r\n
by Viola Kanevsky
2025-08-28 7:42:57 AM
There are many great men in this world, but good men are few and far between. On August 22nd, we lost one such rare man, and his family, friends, colleagues, and community will miss him dearly.
My family has known Sid Beebe for nearly 30 years. When my parents, Ilya and Emilia Kabakov, first moved to the North Fork in search of a place and space to contemplate and create art, Sid helped them build what many have called, Paradise. Their studio, museum space, and model gallery, all built by Sid, has become a mecca for students of contemporary art. Like my parents, Sid poured his heart and soul into every project, and when one does their work with such care and such humility, the result is imbued with a life of its own. Each edifice he built became more than a sum of lumber, glass, and steel, it took on his warmth, his humor, his gentle character. \r\nWhen my stepfather passed, Sid cried with us, and helped carry him to his final resting place. Sid called my mom weekly and made sure at least the burden of caring for a home and museum could be eased for her during a time of great grief and deep mourning. And when the time came to build a new home on the site where my parents used to host interns and curators, there was never any question as to who would be entrusted with the task. For me and my husband, this project was personal, we planned to retire there, pass it on to our children. During the two years construction took place, Sid grew from a trusted and respected craftsman, into a dear friend. We began to look forward to the completion of the house not for the sake of living there, but to having him and Marilyn and their children, about whom we got lengthy weekly reports, share it with us. It is rare to make good friends late in life, and such friendships are especially precious as we make them as fully formed adults with all our experiences and prejudices in tow. Sid was that rare human that carried much experience but no prejudice I could ever see, and so the friendship was easy and natural to nurture.\r\nOn Friday, we pulled into our driveway at 10pm, tired after a long day\'s work and a long drive from the city. Of course, Sid was standing in the freshly leveled dirt with our plumber. Shocked at the lateness of the hour, and worried because we knew he had started at 7am, we told him to go home and get some rest. He laughed and said he was anxious about finishing up the last house he ever wanted to build. I laughed it off. We said goodnight. He said he would see us in the morning. But for Sid, the morning never came. His footprints are still in the hardened ground and I am loathe to cover them with grass.\r\n\r\nLike Sid did in life, his homes will continue to take care of those who live in them, and will do so for long after their inhabitants can no longer remember the carpenter who lovingly raised their beams.\r\n\r\nWe mourn his loss. \r\n\r\nViola, Doug, Emilia, Orliana, Joseph, Lauren, Isis, Aurora, Igor, Rima\r\n
by Viola Kanevsky
2025-08-28 7:48:17 AM
There are many great men in this world, but good men are few and far between. On August 22nd, we lost one such rare man, and his family, friends, colleagues, and community will miss him dearly.
My family has known Sid Beebe for nearly 30 years. When my parents, Ilya and Emilia Kabakov, first moved to the North Fork in search of a place and space to contemplate and create art, Sid helped them build what many have called, Paradise. Their studio, museum space, and model gallery, all built by Sid, has become a mecca for students of contemporary art. Like my parents, Sid poured his heart and soul into every project, and when one does their work with such care and such humility, the result is imbued with a life of its own. Each edifice he built became more than a sum of lumber, glass, and steel, it took on his warmth, his humor, his gentle character. When my stepfather passed, Sid cried with us, and helped carry him to his final resting place. He called my mom weekly and made sure at least the burden of caring for a home and museum could be eased for her during a time of great grief and deep mourning. And when the time came to build a new home on the site where my parents used to host interns and curators, there was never any question as to who would be entrusted with the task. For me and my husband, this project was personal, we planned to retire there, pass it on to our children. During the two years in which construction took place, Sid grew from a trusted and respected craftsman, into a dear friend. We began to look forward to the completion of the house not for the sake of living there, but to having him and Marilyn and their children, about whom we got lengthy weekly reports, share it with us. It is rare to make good friends late in life, and such friendships are especially precious as we make them as fully formed adults with all our experiences and prejudices in tow. Sid was that rare human that carried much experience but no prejudice I could ever see, and so the friendship was easy and natural to nurture.\r\nOn Friday, we pulled into our driveway at 10pm, tired after a long day\'s work and a long drive from the city. Of course, Sid was standing in the freshly leveled dirt with our plumber. Shocked at the lateness of the hour, and worried because we knew he had started at 7am, we told him to go home and get some rest. He laughed and said he was anxious about finishing up the last house he ever wanted to build. I laughed it off. We said goodnight. He said he would see us in the morning. But for Sid, the morning never came. His footprints are still in the hardened ground and I am loathe to cover them with grass.\r\n\r\nLike Sid did in life, his homes will continue to take care of those who live in them, and will do so for long after their inhabitants can no longer remember the carpenter who lovingly raised their beams.\r\n\r\nWe mourn his loss. \r\n\r\nViola, Doug, Emilia, Orliana, Joseph, Lauren, Isis, Aurora, Igor, Rima\r\n
by Viola Kanevsky
2025-08-28 7:49:33 AM
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