There are some people whose lives leave an imprint so deep that their absence creates a void impossible to fill. Spencer Leak, Jr. was one of those people.
In a single word, Spencer was wonderful. He was an angel. He had a caring spirit and real compassion and empathy for those in grief, no matter the circumstance.
He was the proud son of Spencer Leak, Sr., and Henrietta, an heir to a remarkable family legacy that began in 1933, when his grandfather, A.R. Leak, recognized the need for dignified funeral services for Black families. At a time when African Americans were often denied respect in life and in death, A.R. Leak built a business grounded in dignity, compassion, and service. Spencer’s father carried that vision forward, and Spencer Jr., elevated it as he assumed the Vice Presidency of the family business. Just very recently, his son, Spencer Leak III, a recent college graduate, joined the family business.
A graduate of Southern Illinois University with a degree in Mortuary Science and Funeral Services, Spencer was more than a businessman. He was a student of his craft and a steward of his family’s profession and legacy. He literally grew up in the business where his parents groomed him. He began working as a receptionist at just twelve years old.
His lifelong friend, Marty King, recalls that while they were still in high school, they washed limousines at seven o’clock in the morning before heading to class. Spencer learned every aspect of the profession—from the academics and business operations to the deeply personal responsibility of caring for families during their most difficult moments. His parents taught him how to comfort. He knew the funeral business inside and out.
More importantly, he understood people.
Every day, Spencer met families in the darkest hours of their lives. Yet he brought compassion where there was grief, calm where there was confusion, and dignity where there was pain. He was sensitive, thoughtful, and proper in every way. He had a remarkable ability to make families feel cared for, regardless of their circumstances. He believed every person deserved a meaningful farewell, and he worked tirelessly to ensure funeral services remained affordable and accessible, no matter a family’s ability to pay. So humble and caring, he made you feel that your loved one was also his. I witnessed this firsthand.
I worked with the Leak family on several occasions. The funeral services for Rev. Johnnie Coleman were handled by Leak & Sons. The sensitivity, professionalism, and attention to detail required for such a significant homegoing celebration were extraordinary. Spencer Sr. and his team provided counsel and support with grace, appreciation, and understanding.
Years later, when my own mother passed away, it was Spencer who guided my family through that difficult time. There were things I simply could not bring myself to do because I was just too delicate. Spencer stepped in and handled them with care and excellence. The quality of service was beyond measure. He made a painful experience bearable through his compassion, professionalism, and attention to every detail. He held my hand as he did many families.
I saw that same excellence once again as Spencer led the arrangements for Rev. Jesse Jackson’s family service. Whether serving families of modest means or individuals of national prominence, Spencer delivered the same level of dignity, respect, and excellence. He understood that every life mattered and every family deserved the very best.
Spencer had a special touch. He was the center of his family.
He was, in many ways, an angel.
He was a proud son who honored his family’s legacy. He was a devoted husband, a loving father, and a loyal friend. He was also a keen businessman who enjoyed thoughtful conversations about entrepreneurship, leadership, and the ever-changing business landscape. He understood both the heart and the dynamics of success.
The Leak family has long been woven into the fabric of Chicago’s Black community. They attended our churches, our galas, our anniversaries, and our community celebrations. They show up. They support. They served.
And Spencer lived life fully.
His birthday celebrations were legendary. He loved people, and people loved him. His most recent milestone celebration drew thousands of attendees—a testament to the relationships he cultivated and the affection so many felt for him. He knew how to celebrate life because he understood better than most how precious life truly is.
Today, Chicago’s Black community mourns the loss of a giant, a real friend, and a real leader. Collectively, we will miss his comfort.
We mourn not only because Spencer died, but because he lived so well. For decades, he helped countless families honor their loved ones with dignity and grace. He stood beside us during our moments of sorrow and helped us find strength when we needed it most. His death was sudden, and his family and friends are devastated.
I became especially close to Spencer during my mother’s passing. Whenever I needed him, he was available. Whenever there was a challenge, he was prepared. Whenever there was uncertainty, he provided reassurance. He was comforting beyond what words allow.
Spencer was loved.
He was respected.
He was admired.
He was a prince of a guy.
He will be remembered as the man who got you through it he gave so much of himself to others. I think of him as an angel who walked among us, serving others with kindness, excellence, and a generous heart.
May he rest in eternal peace, knowing that the countless lives he touched will forever be grateful for his presence among us.
