Dean Lee Andreason

Dean Lee Andreason, 68, of Plain City, Utah, passed away on November 4, 2025, at Ogden Regional Medical Center. True to form, he left us the same way he lived, on his own terms and with a few unfinished projects.

Born March 15, 1957, in Ogden, Utah, to Ben Arthur and Helen Allred Andreason, Dean grew up in Layton and spent most of his adult life in Syracuse before settling in Plain City. He founded and ran multiple businesses early in his career. He was a master brick mason by trade and an avid collector.

He loved gardening, animals, and tinkering. He could turn a stranger into an old friend in no time. And he never showed up empty-handed, always armed with a smirk and a sharp-witted, backhanded joke. He was also known for sharing the fruits of his labor, like tomatoes from his garden or a pot of homemade goulash. He enjoyed modifying and riding his Harley-Davidson motorcycles and shared that passion with his family and many friends. He cherished the “freedom of the road” energy and he accomplished many iconic cross-country rides, with hundreds of Harley shirts to prove it.

Dean’s personal motto seemed to be “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” because, in his eyes, everything had potential. Friends and family knew they could rely on Dean’s mental inventory of his collection and his generosity in times of need. Whether it be a bolt for a 1930 tractor, lawnmower blade from 1984, or a limited-edition Christmas village from decades ago, Dean had it - somewhere. If he didn’t have it, he knew where to find it or how to make it. His skill to build and fix anything was one of his many talents - he was the human version of a Swiss army knife.

There was nobody like Dean. He was the kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back, a place to stay, or both with no questions asked. He believed in and saw the good in people and always gave the benefit of the doubt. If anyone needed a hand, he’d show up (on his own timeline, of course). He lived life on his own terms and was known for doing things his own way, including only cutting his hip-length hair on a new moon, because “it makes it grow faster.” He had an infectious laugh, a heart of gold, and an unstoppable drive to show up for his loved ones. His keen sense of humor and authenticity made him unforgettable. As his father would lovingly say, he was a “good ol’ boy”.

Dean is survived by his sons Stephen (Amee) Andreason and Jeff (Traci) Andreason; his grandsons Jordon, Mason, Adan, and Benny, who adored their grandpa’s big heart and endless curiosity; his siblings Benet Aagard, Lucile (Lyle) Koenig, Arthur Andreason, and Marie (Kerry) Santoro; many nieces and nephews that will miss his loud voice at family gatherings; and a wide circle of friends and neighbors who will miss his laugh, generosity, and knack for knowing exactly how to fix anything.

He was preceded in death by his loving parents, Ben and Helen, and his brother Brent Andreason.

Dean’s life was definitely a collection - a collection of people, things, but mostly memories.

To celebrate the life he had, family and friends are invited to gather on Saturday, Nov. 22, 2025, from 1 to 3:00 p.m. at 4584 W. 1150 S., Ogden, Utah.