Gilbert Elias Perlman died on May 26, 2026, at 72 years old — suddenly, but on his own terms. He spent his final moments outside on a beautiful day, sitting in an Adirondack chair in the yard he loved so much. For someone who adamantly didn't want to waste away or make things “harder” on his family, this was fitting. (Sorry Dad, we're using quotations through the whole thing.)

Gilbert was known as Gilbert to most people, though to some of us, known as Gibbles or Giblet, names he pretended to hate but secretly loved.

If you met Gilbert for five minutes, you remembered him. He was articulate, perceptive, intensely thoughtful, and effortlessly funny. He had the rare ability to command a room despite never actually wanting to be the center of one. He hated “people,” generally speaking, but deeply loved his people. Family and close friends were not optional to Gilbert; they were the entire point.

He was steadfast in his opinions, sometimes famously so. Conversations with him were rarely casual. Gilbert did not really “suggest” things. He instructed you on what you should do because he wanted the best for you and he knew what was best. He expected a lot from the people closest to him because he believed they could live up to these expectations and beyond. Especially his children, Mike and Alex, and his wife, Betsy.

And Betsy. There have been great love stories, and then there is Gilbert and Betsy.

They have been together since high school and were lifelong best friends in the truest sense of the phrase. Gilbert loved few things more than convincing Betsy to bake something with lemon in it, only to be horrified if she decided it “wasn’t good enough” and tried to throw it away.

They did everything together - driving around looking at houses, talking endlessly and laughing, going to Costco, getting an oil change, and building a life that revolved entirely around wanting to be next to one another.

To see them together was to see two people who genuinely preferred each other over everyone else.

Gilbert spent more than 20 years working in publishing at Ballantine/Random House before starting his own book distribution company, CDS. Work mattered deeply to him, not because of status, but because it meant he could take care of the people he loved.

He loved his home. He loved mowing the lawn. He loved looking at real estate listings. He loved staying close to the people he cared about, whether that meant sitting in the same room or hanging on the phone longer than necessary. He had a phrase for nearly everything: “People do it.” “I read an article.” “Good luck with that.” And, yelling from the other room, “What are you doing?”

Though Gilbert could be intimidating at times, especially armed with absolute certainty and a fully formed opinion, underneath it all was someone deeply sentimental and profoundly emotional. Despite being a towering 6’4”, he was famously quick to tears, especially when it came to the people he loved (and the movies he loved to watch with them…that damn finger point.)

He is survived by his wife and best friend, Betsy; his children, Mike and Alex; his cousin Gabe, who was more like a brother; his lifelong best friend of more than 60 years, Dennis; and countless people he loved and mentored, who will forever hear his voice in their head.

Gilbert leaves behind a family that is heartbroken, opinionated, emotionally expressive, most certainly overanalyzing things, and deeply devoted to one another, which is to say, a family very much shaped by him, our Cruise Director.

And while he would certainly have critiques about this obituary, he would have read every word of it, called immediately, and said: “You busy? I have some thoughts.”

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