11/04/2026
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🇺🇸 “I first met Oliver Neil Killough (1953 - 1992) at a concert at Carnegie Hall in the mid 1980’s. We discovered we both worked at NBC in 30 Rockefeller Center. He was sweet, charming in that small town southern way with dreamy blue eyes, and within several months we were dating. Neil worked as a technical director in operations, which as a boy born and raised in a small town in Arkansas, was his dream job.
Neil knew he had AIDS when we started dating, and he figured he had between 3 and 5 years left to live. We moved in together in 1988, and set about making the most of the time we had left. Neil loved the beach, so we traveled to Maui multiple times, Key West, and spent our summers in South Hampton and the Pines.
Sadly, we did not get to spend 5 years together as Neil died in my arms in a hospital room at St. Lukes-Roosevelt Hospital in his beloved Manhattan on January 26, 1992. It was one day before his 39th birthday.
Neil was buried in a cemetery not far from his childhood home in Wynne, Arkansas, on January 30, 1992. He is remembered with love by me, his family and friends.” 📖 by Greg Gorden