The Memorial for Dayne "Kenny" Iscariot 04.16.25 @ 10 AM SLT

If love could be measured in coffee,

Kenny’s cup would have overflowed every single day.

He was strong.

He was stubborn.

And he was unforgettable.

In Second Life, he was known as Dayne Iscariot

—a builder, a roleplayer, a DJ, and a spark of creativity.

In real life, he was Kenneth — or Kenny

—a veteran, a father, a loyal friend, and a seeker of knowledge.

He lived deeply in both worlds

—finding purpose, connection, and joy in each.

Dayne and his mate, Tala Silverrain, met in October 2020

and became a bonded pair that December.

Though never officially partnered, their bond was known and felt.

She was his. And he was hers.

They created a shared sim — a home for their creativity,

a sacred space where imagination took form.

There, Kenny always had something in the works

—a structure rising from the ground, a scene taking shape.

These weren’t just builds.

They were stories

—crafted together, then brought to life through roleplay.

Each setting was a stage,

each corner held meaning,

and every detail was infused with intention.

He and Tala would brainstorm,

feeding off each other’s ideas,

crafting intricate stories and acting them out with care and joy.

It wasn’t just escapism — it was art.

It was how they lived and loved and dreamed.

He was also a gamer, a thinker, a curious mind.

He bonded deeply with Tala’s daughter through late-night talks

about music and travel and the world beyond.

When she needed help with school, he was there

— not just encouraging, but digging into the material himself,

researching, explaining, supporting.

Because that’s who he was

—a seeker who loved to share what he found.

As a DJ, Dayne brought passion and presence to every set,

spinning rock and energy at Savage Eden, Bound Elegance, and beyond.

His music wasn’t just background noise

—it was a way to connect, to express, to be.

He played with soul. He played with meaning.

In real life, Kenny proudly served in the Army and National Guard.

He was a veteran — a title he carried with quiet honor.

He could be passionate, especially when it came to politics.

Those close to him knew the familiar rhythm of his tangents

—and knew sometimes the best thing to do was simply listen,

until the fire in his thoughts found its own rest.

He was goofy.

He was loyal.

He was the kind of person people remember

—because he made them feel like they mattered.

Kenny is survived by many who now carry the light of his memory:

In Second Life:

His beloved mate, тαℓα ѕιℓνєяяαιη-Iscariot (Tala),

his daughters Bree Silverrain and Luvisa Silverrain Sands,

his son-in-law Neca Sands,

his chosen sisters Caliea Farrjones and Belle Giovinazzo,

and his best friend, Claire Bear.

In real life: He leaves behind

his 17-year-old son,

his 12-year-old daughter,

and his sister Caliea Farrjones —a thread connecting both his worlds.

Kenny lived in layers —in sound and silence, in pixels and purpose, in memory and myth.

And though his passing was sudden,

his presence remains deeply woven into the stories we still tell.

He lives on in every scene he once made,

in every song still echoing,

in every memory shared around fire or screen.

May the wind carry him home.

May the stars remember his voice.

And may those who loved him

never forget the stories he helped shape.

Blessed Be!