James M. Quinn, 88, of Morton Grove, beloved husband of Agnes, nee Sebastian; loving father of Kathleen (Scott Speidel) Quinn, Michael (Maureen Fountain) Quinn, Marianne (Michael Buckley) Quinn, and Susan (John Tully) Quinn; dear grandfather of Connor and Nancy Speidel, Nora and James Quinn, Caitlin and Quinn Buckley, and Hank Tully; fond brother of Rita Noreen (Xavier "Tito") Dominguez, Michael (Susan Evans) Quinn, the late Nancy (Henry) Jaskowiak, and the late Mary Pat (the late Jack) Berge; cherished uncle of many nieces and nephews; devoted brother in law of the Sebastian family.

Funeral from Simkins Funeral Home 6251 Dempster St. Morton Grove, IL 60053 Saturday, May 30th at 9:30 a.m. to St. Martha Church. Mass at 10:00 a.m. Interment private. Visitation Friday, May 29th from 4:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations to cancer research conducted by his beloved niece Dr. Nora Jaskowiak, University of Chicago Gift Administration, James Quinn, 5235 S. Harper Court, 4th Floor, Chicago, IL 60615 https://ucmtribute.org/James-Quinn appreciated.

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Jim was devoted to his family, especially Agnes, his wife of more than 64 years. He was a proud graduate of St. Gertrude’s, St. George High School, and Loyola University Chicago. He had an impeccable work ethic, and wore a suit and tie every day of his career, but loved to have fun more than anything. He spent as much time outdoors as he could, either riding his bike downtown, golfing, ice skating, running, or out in the garage fixing his beloved Volkswagens. He loved cheering on the Loyola basketball team. His ability to connect with people was remarkable. He was curious about everyone, and wanted to understand them. He loved to learn from people, and to talk to people who had different viewpoints than he did. As the son of parents who immigrated from Ireland, he was especially admiring of immigrants to the U.S. and was always interested in their stories. Once he was in your corner, he believed in you absolutely, and that you were the best at everything you did. He had high standards for himself and others. He was allergic to boredom, and very funny. He did not let facts get in the way of a good story. He was always reliable. If he took on a commitment, he saw it through. He was loud and quiet, thoughtful and rash. If you tried to offer him advice, he would say “Well, whatever. What can I tell you?” and walk away or change the subject. He would be proud to know that he was never, ever boring, and that he was difficult to sum up simply. The world feels a little less fun now without him in it, but we who knew him are lucky that he taught all of us by example how to enjoy the world, live well, and make things interesting.