Mark Alan Provost

In Loving Memory of Mark Alan Provost

July 15, 1970 – August 23, 2026

Mark Alan Provost, 56, of the Plattsburgh area, passed away on August 23, 2026, at UVM Medical Center, surrounded by the love of his family.  Born on July 15, 1970, in Plattsburgh, New York, Mark was the son of Ken and Gloria Provost.

To know Mark was to know what it meant to be loved fiercely.Mark was the kind of man who would give someone the shirt off his back, even if it were the last one he had. He loved deeply, protected the people he cared about, and never hesitated to show up when someone needed him. Family and faith meant everything to Mark, and there was nothing in this world he treasured more than his children and grandchildren.

Mark also believed life was meant to be enjoyed—and preferably enjoyed loudly. He loved making people laugh and being surrounded by positive energy. Of all the people he could make laugh, there was something especially special about making his mother, Gloria, laugh. Her laugh was infectious, and Mark loved being the reason behind it. He loved loud music, pizza, and a good bowl of ice cream mixed with milk, a combination those closest to him will forever smile about.

Few things made Mark feel more alive than riding his Harley. He lived to ride, and among the places especially meaningful to him was the Mother Cabrini Shrine. His Harley, his faith, and the open road were all pieces of a man who lived wholeheartedly and loved just as fiercely.

Wrestling was an important part of Mark’s life from a young age. Following in the footsteps of his older brother, Keith, Mark took to the mat at Beekmantown and quickly made a name for himself. He went on to become a four-time Sectional Champion, an accomplishment that remains part of his legacy today. His picture proudly hangs in the Hall of Fame at Beekmantown School, honoring the dedication, talent, and heart he brought to the sport. Wrestling was more than something Mark excelled at—it was something he truly loved, and a piece of who he was that his family will forever be proud of.

Mark worked in construction alongside his best friend, Roger Latour, and his son, Mark Jr. He was a hard worker and a loyal friend, but no title or accomplishment ever meant more to Mark than being Dad and Grandpa.

Mark was the incredibly proud father of four children: his firstborn daughter, Karlee Duffina, and her husband, Corey, and their children, Blake, Autumn, Summer and Beau; his son, Mark Rabideau Provost Jr., and his wife, Gloria, and their daughter, Athena; his daughter, Edith Rabideau; and his youngest daughter, Abagail Provost.

Mark also leaves behind his partner, Angela Meech, with whom he shared his youngest daughter, Abbagail. Angela and Abbagail made sure life was never too quiet and always kept Mark busy—a role he wouldn’t have had any other way. Together, they were an important part of the life Mark loved so much.

His grandchildren—Blake, Autumn, Summer, Beau and Athena—were among the greatest joys and blessings of his life. Being their grandfather was a role Mark treasured, and the love he had for each of them was immeasurable.

Mark is also survived by his father, Ken Provost; his brother, Keith Provost, and Keith’s children, Nick and Jaimee Provost; his sister, Kim Brandell, her husband, Tom Brandell, and their children, Hunter and Skye Dominy and Quinn Brandell; and his sister, Lynn Edmonson.

He was predeceased by his beloved mother, Gloria Provost.

Mark’s life was built around the things that mattered most to him: faith, family, loyalty, laughter and love.He didn’t simply tell people he loved them—he showed them.

He protected them.

He stood beside them.

He made them laugh.

And when someone he loved needed him, Mark was there.

There are people who pass through this world quietly, and then there are people like Mark—people whose presence is felt, whose laughter is remembered, whose love leaves its mark on everyone fortunate enough to receive it.

His absence leaves a space that can never truly be filled. But Mark’s story does not end here. It lives on in his children, in his grandchildren, in the family he loved so fiercely, in every person he protected or helped along the way, in the wrestlers who will hear his story, and every time the sound of a Harley brings his family back to him for just a moment.

His Harley may be quiet now, but the love he gave, the laughter he created, the faith he carried, and the life he lived will never be forgotten.

Ride with faith. Live with love.

Arrangements are entrusted to Brown Funeral Home. Online condolences may be offered at www.brownfuneralhomeny.com