Peter Fleurat was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be around. Houseguests who came to visit stayed for years. The patients he served while a nurse and caregiver became close friends.
He also had a wild side, friends said. At the end of a trip to New Zealand, Fleurat decided at the airport he wanted to stay. So he did. On a trip to Mallorca, he hiked over sketchy sheep-trails “just to get to a skinny-dipping cove full of jellyfish and octopi,” recalled friend Robert Borneman.
When he traveled with his longtime partner Lalo Barajas to Mexico to visit family, Barajas’s nieces and nephews would exclaim, “Peter! Peter!” Lalo would laugh, “What am I, chopped liver?”