Jeffrey Steven Bogetti, 46, died of brain cancer in San Juan, Puerto Rico, on May 30 following a four-and-a-half-year illness.

Mr. Bogetti, a roofing contractor who surfed and passed on his love for the water through his work with the East Hampton Volunteer Ocean Rescue Squad and as an instructor of junior lifeguards here, was born on Sept. 25, 1967, in Bronxville, N.Y.

He spent his childhood in Tuckahoe, in Westchester County, and in Montauk, which “he considered his home as much as Tuckahoe, if not more so,” according to one of his close friends, T.J. Calabrese.

After graduating from Tuckahoe High School, he went to the School of the Visual Arts in New York City, and “while he was not a practicing artist, he always had an artistic eye,” said Mr. Calabrese.

Mr. Bogetti and his wife, Stephanie, met in Montauk, and were married in a Greek Orthodox ceremony on the Island of Corfu on Sept. 3, 1994.

They were members of the Greek Orthodox Church of the Hamptons in Southampton, and lived in East Hampton and in Rincon, P.R., where they were at the end of May when Mr. Bogetti, who had successfully undergone surgery about a month before, took a turn for the worse.

Following Mr. Bogetti’s death, many of his friends here made a strikingly beautiful casket of driftwood and beach glass and a Greek Orthodox cross encrusted with beach glass from Rincon. A story about that communal endeavor, with photos by Dell Cullum, appears elsewhere on these pages.

The various panels illumined his life. “Jeff was a surfer, a fisherman, and a free diver . . . a unique and really funny guy, which was why he had so many friends,” said Mr. Calabrese.

Among the survivors are his wife, their two children, Zachary, 17, and Georgica, 15, his parents, John and Joyce Greco Bogetti of Tuckahoe, and two brothers, John Bogetti of Great Neck and James Bogetti of Montauk.

He was buried at Fort Hill Cemetery in Montauk.

Memorial contributions have been suggested to Paddlers for Humanity, P.O. Box 2555, East Hampton 11937.

Michael Ehrhardt, a travel writer for Conde Nast for 30 years, died on Feb. 4 at St. Barnabas Hospital in Short Hills, N.J., The Star has learned. A former resident of Old Orchard Lane in East Hampton, he was 64 years old and lived in Roseland, N.J.

He was being treated for a recurrence of multiple myeloma and had been hospitalized for about a month when he had a heart attack, according to Howard Cavallero, his companion of 23 years.

Mr. Ehrhardt was an inveterate trans-Atlantic traveler. He particularly loved Italy, where he had lived for a time. He enjoyed being a guide for his friends and encouraging them to feel as if they had found some undiscovered place, Mr. Cavallero said. “Michael always made you feel that way,” he said.

Mr. Ehrhardt also enjoyed cooking, national politics, and movies. He was a member of a movie club in Manhattan that critiqued films.

Born on May 2, 1949, in New York City, his parents were Frederick and Theresa Ehrhardt. He grew up in Manhattan and earned a degree at St. John’s University in 1971.

Mr. Ehrhardt visited the South Fork for about 40 years and owned several houses, including ones in Amagansett and East Hampton. He moved here full time in 1985 and volunteered with Meals on Wheels, preparing food, and the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons. He and Mr. Cavallero sold their house in East Hampton in 1999.

It was here that he and Mr. Cavallero first met through mutual friends. The couple were married in New York in February 2012 and were looking forward to doing so in New Jersey, where they relocated six years ago from upstate New York.

“He was my superhero,” Mr. Cavallero said. Mr. Ehrhardt had been his caretaker during an illness and an injury, he said.

In addition to Mr. Cavallero, Mr. Ehrhardt is survived by three sisters, Lilian Eckert of Lynbrook, Martha Merton of Kingston, N.Y., and Julie Ehrhardt of Old Westbury.

His ashes were scattered in East Hampton.

A memorial service for Elizabeth Ann (Betsy) Keller of Montauk, who died in her sleep at home at Camp Hero on Dec. 14, will be held at 3:30 p.m. on Sunday at the East Hampton Presbyterian Church, the Rev. Nancy Howarth officiating. Mrs. Keller was 61.

Born to Harold Hutflas and the former Eleanor Scott at Southampton Hospital on Nov. 13, 1952, Mrs. Keller grew up in East Hampton and married her East Hampton High School sweetheart, Patrick Keller, on Oct. 20, 1969. The couple made their home in Montauk from then on. Stacey Bistrian of Amagansett, her daughter, remembers their moving around a bit when she and her brother, Timothy Keller of Sag Harbor, were growing up, but always in Montauk.

After her marriage she worked for more than 25 years as a spa treatment therapist at Gurney’s Inn, where she built up a large clientele. The Kellers moved into their Camp Hero house over 30 years ago. Her mother “loved the Walking Dunes” on Napeague, Ms. Bistrian said. She also liked to collect beach glass, particularly on Gin Beach and by Navy Road, and she treasured the bits she found.

Her family came first, said her daughter, followed by her house and garden, where she grew rose bushes. In the spring the yard was covered in daffodils. Mrs. Keller also loved cooking for the family, and always enjoyed reading when there was time. Most of all, said Ms. Bistrian, she loved her four grandchildren.

She was cremated. Besides her children and grandchildren, she leaves a sister, Suzanne Abrams of Tucson.

Mary A. Steere loved to read, and it was almost a rule that conversation at her Beach Hampton house would not begin on the weekends until 5 p.m. had come and gone. First-time guests could be puzzled by the silence as Ms. Steere and various family members pored through their books, thinking that they had perhaps done something to offend.

The truth was just the opposite. Ms. Steere loved to cook and entertain just as much as she enjoyed her novels, though it was clear that there were distinct times when both where appropriate.

Ms. Steere died at home on June 26 after being hospitalized for a time. She was 85.

She had come to Amagansett in the early 1960s after camping with her husband and children at Hither Hills and falling in love with the area. The couple bought a parcel on Hampton Lane, where they had a house built. Later, they acquired several more properties nearby, which they would rent out to summer tenants and eventually sold.

Her husband, Ralph E. Steere, retired from his consulting work in 1974, and they moved from Oceanside to live year round on Hampton Lane. They had three daughters, the youngest of whom graduated from East Hampton High School.

Following Mr. Steere’s retirement, the couple traveled widely. Ms. Steere, who loved to cook, might from time to time try to recreate a dish they had enjoyed overseas. Her daughter Barbara Gavin of Rockport, Mass., recalled a time that her mother tried a score of recipes for a particular potato pancake, but each attempt was deemed not quite right.

Mr. Steere died in 1991, and Ms. Steere began spending winters in Sarasota, Fla., where a memorial service for her will be announced for a date in the fall.

Ms. Gavin said her mother was a kind and gracious person, with never a bad word to say about anything or anyone.

Her love of novels was broad, but did not extend to those about magic or fantasy; “she did not care for things she could not believe,” she said. The New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle was another ritual, which she did in pencil out of humility, but rather quickly, Ms. Gavin said.

She was born Mary A. O’Connell on Nov. 11, 1928, to John O’Connell, who was known as Tim, and the former Ann Coyne in Merrick. She graduated from St. Agnes High School in Rockville Centre and attended St. John’s University in Queens. Before moving to Oceanside, she and Mr. Steere lived in Rockville Centre.

In addition to Ms. Gavin, she is survived by Mary Jean Kissner of St. Petersburg, Fla., and Kathryn Butterly of Wesley Chapel, Fla., and three grandchildren. Two sisters, Jean Dewberry and Bette Kelly, died before her.

Memorial donations have been suggested by her family to East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978, or to Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church, 57 Buell Lane, East Hampton 11937.

Yves Antoine Bourel, a 22-year-old former Noyac resident, died on July 2 at Newport Hospital in Newport, R.I., after having collapsed the previous day. His family said doctors are not exactly sure why he went into cardiac arrest.

“Yves woke up Tuesday morning healthy, fit, and ambitious,” his sister, Chantal Bourel, said. He spent a few minutes with his roommates and their dog, Kasey, then took a shower. “They say this happens to young fit, tall, athletic people,” she said, commenting that his death was similar to the death in the early 1990s of the Boston Celtic Reggie Lewis. 

Ms. Bourel, who lives in Boston, had “a wonderful evening” with her brother the Thursday before his death at a Billy Joel concert at Fenway Park. He had earned a Bachelor of Science in business and economics from Salve Regina University in Newport in May, and the ticket was a graduation present. She said he was excited about his future. He was a registered representative of the New York Life Insurance Company, based in Providence, and had already lined up many friends for a sales pitch: a cup of coffee and a conversation about their financial profile.

Mr. Bourel was born at Southampton Hospital on Nov. 16, 1991. His parents, who survive him, are Antoine Bourel of Ploermel, France, and Andrea (Fleischer) Bourel, who lives in Springs. He and his sister were raised on Cedar Point Lane in Noyac, a house the family sold in December. He graduated from Pierson High School in 2010. His family remembered him as thoughtful, observant, genuine, and kindhearted.

Mr. Bourel loved the water, although it didn’t start out that way, his sister said. “It wasn’t until his uncle Yves gave him a piggyback ride through the water” as a child that he found he enjoyed it, she said. He later took up swimming and joined the East Hampton Y.M.C.A. Hurricanes swim team, competing in 50 and 100-yard freestyle and butterfly races. He set several records at the RECenter, she said, though they have since been broken. He was so successful, she said, that he almost made the Junior Olympics. He dreamed of following in Michael Phelps’s footsteps, attending the Olympian’s swim camp one summer during high school and training with Mr. Phelps’s coach. Mr. Phelps even hopped in the pool.

For seven summers, Mr. Bourel worked as a lifeguard. He was most recently a lieutenant at Atlantic Avenue Beach in Amagansett, where his sister said he pulled many people out of the water. Even in March, while on a family vacation in Rincon, Puerto Rico, he spotted two swimmers in distress from the beach. He and his mother’s fiancé, Kevin Moran, a former lifeguard, sprang into action and saved a doctor and his wife who had been caught in a rip current, Ms. Bourel said. He was a member of the Hampton Lifeguard Association.

Mr. Bourel learned to sail at the Breakwater Yacht Club in Sag Harbor, and had taken part in many of its Wednesday night races. After his funeral, at a reception at the club on Tuesday, his sister, cousin, and father took a sail around the harbor. When they returned, several friends decided to jump into the water as a way to honor him, and were joined by some family members.

A wake was held on Monday at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in Sag Harbor, followed the next morning by a Mass at St. Andrew’s Catholic Church in Sag Harbor. Memorial donations have been suggested to the Hampton Lifeguard Association, c/o John Ryan, 7 Meadow Way, East Hampton 11937.

Frank Salvatore LaBarbera of Springs, who was diagnosed with leukemia eight years ago, died at Stony Brook University Hospital on Saturday at the age of 48.

Mr. LaBarbera kept his sense of humor and positive spirit, his family said, despite his health issues. He had juvenile rheumatoid arthritis as a child and astounding resiliency throughout several remissions. In fact, said the family, his almost miraculous recoveries led hospital staff to nickname him Wonder Boy.

A family man, Mr. LaBarbera was a devoted father to his only child, Kaitlyn Haley LaBarbera. “His unflagging commitment to his daughter and nephews was a huge driving factor in his being reborn into manageable good health time and again,” the family wrote. “He was known for his strength of spirit, emotional buoyancy, unconquerable sense of humor, and ability to laugh instead of cry. He was a shining light to those who knew him, and a role model to his loved ones.”

Born on April 29, 1966, in Brooklyn, to Maria E. DelVecchio and the late Robert S. LaBarbera, Mr. LaBarbera grew up in Dix Hills and graduated from Half Hollow Hills High School West there.

After vacationing in Montauk with his parents, he moved to the South Fork with his wife and daughter 20 years ago. “He just loved family,” his mother said. “He was that old soul that always wanted to have a family. He was just that guy that everybody loved.”

For the past decade, he lived on Gardiner Avenue in Springs.

A car enthusiast, Mr. LaBarbera used to work in the parts department at Plitt Ford in Wainscott. For the past five yeas, he worked as a warranty claims specialist at the Mercedes Benz dealership in Southampton. In his spare time, he liked to go to Riverhead Raceway. He belonged to national car clubs.

In addition to his mother and daughter, both of whom live in Springs, he is survived by two sisters, Amy Davis and Grace Ann LaBarbera, also of Springs, and by three nephews to whom he was close. They are Thomas Davis of Manorville, Michael Davis of East Hampton, and Joseph Viola of Pottsdam, N.Y. A grandson, Dominic Salvatore LaBarbera, was born just five weeks ago.

A Mass and memorial service will be held at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton on Saturday at noon. Mr. LaBarbera will be cremated and his ashes distributed among his immediate family. His parting wish, the family said, was that “I want to always be there when everybody has dinner together.”

Memorial donations have been suggested for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, P.O. Box 4072, Pittsfield, Mass., 01202.

John J. Crimmins Sr., an electrician and electrical foreman in New York City with the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local No. 3 for more than 40 years, took great pride in his work, his family said. He recently received his 65-year union membership pin. Formerly of Lakeland, Fla., and Mineola, Mr. Crimmins died on Sunday at his daughter’s house in East Hampton, surrounded by family. He was 90.

His family described him as a courageous, funny, gentle, and patient man. Born in Belle Harbor, Queens, on April 29, 1924, to Denis Crimmins and the former Mary Cleary, he attended public schools in New York City. After high school, he served in the Army during World War II, receiving a Purple Heart for wounds sustained during combat on the island of Leyte in the Philippines.

On Oct. 11, 1947, he married Dorothy Ann Acton at St. Francis de Sales Church in Far Rockaway. They were married for over 60 years, until her death in 2008.

The couple raised their family in Mineola. In 1992, after his retirement, they moved to Florida. In the fall of 2012, Mr. Crimmins moved to East Hampton to live with his daughter, Alicia Joan Jordan.

He is also survived three other children: John Crimmins Jr. of East Hampton, Michael Crimmins of Elmira, N.Y., and Robert Crimmins of Kingwood, Tex. He leaves six siblings: Michael Crimmins and Ann Hughes of Port Washington, Helen O’Brien of Edmonds, Wash., Mary Ahlert of Deerfield Beach, Fla., Dorothy Reynolds of Bear, Del., and Kathryn Cawley of Southampton. Five grandchildren and many nieces and nephews also survive.

Visiting hours were held last night at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in East Hampton. Mr. Crimmins will be buried with full military honors tomorrow at 11 a.m. at Calverton National Cemetery.

Lawrence A. Nelson, formerly of New York and Sag Harbor, died in Scottsdale, Ariz., on June 22. He was 80 and had been ill with liver and bile duct cancer.

Mr. Nelson was born on June 2, 1934, in Detroit. After graduating from Michigan State University, he moved to New York, where he pursued a career in advertising. While living in Sag Harbor, Mr. Nelson was a member of the East Hampton Tennis Club and the Noyac Golf Club.

He is survived by his wife, Joan Nelson of Scottsdale. Burial will be at the family’s plot in Detroit.

Sandra Steinlauf, a former Montauk columnist for The East Hampton Star, died on May 27 in Boca Raton, Fla., at the age of 73. She had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer three and a half years ago.

After graduating from Brooklyn College in 1962, she married Bernard Steinlauf, and the couple moved to Montauk, where, for 15 years, they owned the Takamatzia Motel. Ms. Steinlauf was president of the Montauk PTA, where she implemented a screening program for amblyopia, commonly called lazy eye.

A talented musician and singer, she played piano and guitar at student assemblies at the Montauk School. As a member of the Sweet Adelines, she performed at Guild Hall and other venues.

“A beautiful and loving spirit has left this world,” her daughter, Susan Pascal, wrote in an email. “There will never be anyone on earth again like my mom, and life will never be the same without her. She touched so many lives and was beloved by everyone she met. She bravely fought her illness and remained positive and strong right up until the end. She was an inspiration to all who knew her.”

Ms. Steinlauf, a former member of the Jewish Center of the Hamptons, was born in Brooklyn on March 2, 1941, to Mark Klayman and the former Lucille Hammer. She attended the High School of Music and Art as a voice major, and graduated from Brooklyn College, where she majored in education and minored in music.

After leaving Montauk the Steinlaufs divided their time between Boca Raton, Fla., and Hemlock Farms, a community association in Lords Valley, Pa., where she was an assistant director of the Fellowship Choir and a member of the Wayne Choralaires and the Pike County Chorale. She was a board member of the Sisterhood of the Jewish Fellowship of Hemlock Farms and performed at various Sisterhood functions. She and her husband, who survives, were spending summers in Lords Valley and winters in Deerfield Beach, Fla., at the time of her death.

In addition to her husband and daughter, who lives in Agoura Hills, Calif., she is survived by two sons, Dr. Adam Steinlauf of New York City and Gil Steinlauf of Washington, D.C. She also leaves a brother, Jeffrey Klayman of Los Angeles, and six grandchildren.

A memorial service was held at the Star of David Memorial Chapel in Farmingdale, followed by burial at Mount Ararat Cemetery, Farmingdale. A second service, a musical tribute, will be held on July 20 at 3 p.m. at the Jewish Fellowship of Hemlock Farms. It will include performances by the Fellowship Choir, the Wayne Choralaires, the Pike County Chorus, and the Deanery Choir.

Eli Wallach, a consummate character actor whose career bridged the acting techniques of the 20th century, died on June 24 at home in Manhattan at the age of 98. Mr. Wallach and his wife, the actress Anne Jackson, had a house in East Hampton for many years.

Some of Mr. Wallach’s earliest performances were as a college student in Austin, Tex. After graduating, he returned to New York, determined to become a professional actor, and made the life-changing choice of attending the Neighborhood Playhouse. It had a rigorous two-year program, with acting taught by Sanford Meisner and movement by Martha Graham. Meisner was one of the founding members of the Group Theater, a gathering of actors, directors, and writers that dominated creative theatrical thought in America for most of the century. Drafted by the Army in late 1940, he served five years in the medical corps, rising to the rank of captain. Returning to New York after the war, he made his Broadway debut in “Skydrift” by Harry Kleiner at the Belasco Theater. The play was a flop, and closed after a week.

He also became an early member of the Actor’s Studio, a pantheon of theatrical talent, a logical successor to the Group Theater movement. In 1946, Mr. Wallach appeared in a two-character play, “This Building Is Condemned,” by the then up-and-coming Tennessee Williams. The leading lady was Anne Jackson, and they were married on March 5, 1948. It was the beginning of two unions that lasted the rest of his life. He and Ms. Jackson worked together whenever they could and he continued to work with Williams over the years.

They became known for collaborations on off-beat classics like Eugene Ionesco’s “Rhinoceros” (1961) and “The Typists” and “The Tiger” by Murray Schisgal (1963).

His first big hit on Broadway was in Williams’s “The Rose Taatoo,” opposite Maureen Stapleton. Both leads won Tony Awards. He followed that with Williams’s “Camino Real” in 1953. Williams also provided the script for Mr. Wallach’s first film, the critically acclaimed “Baby Doll,” in 1956.

One of his most famous film roles was in the first film for which Arthur Miller wrote a screenplay: “The Misfits,” directed by John Huston in 1961. Besides Mr. Wallach the cast included the fellow character actor Thelma Ritter, along with Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable, and Montgomery Clift. One of his most memorable roles was in “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” an Italian spaghetti western directed by Sergio Leone, with Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef, in 1966. In it, he was able to put his Texas experience with horses to good use, playing the desperate Tuco Ramirez.

Patricia Watt, a producer and friend, described Anne Jackson and Eli Wallach as a true theater couple, constantly rehearsing, particularly focusing on Williams. “Even when you would visit them, they were always working,” she said. “I think for Eli, he felt his great accomplishment was his interpretation of Tennessee Williams,” she said.

He was born in Brooklyn on Dec. 7, 1915, to Abraham Wallach and the former Bertha Schorr, who were Jewish immigrants from Poland. “Even in my earliest memories, my wish was always the same: I wanted to be an actor,” he wrote in his autobiography, published in 2005. He grew up on Union Street, where his father owned a candy store, and he played stickball and ringalevio on the streets with members of a boyhood gang, the Union Street Toughs. On Saturdays, the group would go to the Rialto Theater. He described acting out scenes he had seen after he got home. As a student at Erasmus High School, he joined the Flatbush Boys Club, which had a dramatics club. It was his first chance to act on stage in front of an audience. “Now I knew I was an actor.”

When he graduated from high school in 1932, the heart of the Depression, his cash-strapped family couldn’t afford college tuition for him or his sister, Sylvia. But his brother, Sam, told the family that Texas University was looking for out-of-state students and charging only $30 tuition. Off the two went to Austin. Though his sister returned to Brooklyn after one year to attend Brooklyn College, Mr. Wallach stayed on, taking various jobs. He exercised polo ponies, where he learned to ride horseback. He also took a job at the State Theater in downtown Austin, where he was able to watch touring Broadway companies.

The couple have been summering in East Hampton since 1955, and became a central part of the East End theater community, co-chairs of the sponsors committee of the Yale Repertory Company at Guild Hall in the 1970s. Later, they became strong supporters of the Bay Street Theater, with the organization naming its second theater space after them.

He also was active athletically in East Hampton, playing tennis and participating in the Artists and Writers annual softball game.

Mr. Wallach is survived by two daughters, Katherine Wallach and Roberta Wallach, both of New York City, a son, Peter Wallach, a sister, Shirley Auerbach, and three grandchildren.

Ms. Watt and the playwright Joe Pintauro both spoke about the couple on Monday, saying they never turned down a request to do a reading or a play. Mr. Pintauro said, “They were able to capture the comedy, and then the pathos.” He spoke of his effortless ability to capture a character. “He had a native gift. It was like a breath of truth.”