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Frank E. Luzzi Jr 'Tank' was born in Westerly RI on June 20, 1940 and passed away December 2, 2017, which was 40 years longer than expected and much longer than he deserved." He was the son of the late Frank E. Luzzi Sr and Mary (Galucci) Luzzi of Pawcatuck, CT. He is survived by 2 estranged sons and 3 grandchildren. In addition to his estranged sons he was also predeceased by a estranged son.
"At a young age, Frank quickly became a model example of bad parenting combined with marital infidelities illness and a complete commitment to drinking, womanizing and being generally offensive.
"Frank’s hobbies included being physically and mentally abusive to his family, watching his black and white 8mm adult movies. Frank’s life served no other obvious purpose, he did not contribute to society or serve his community and he possessed no redeeming qualities besides quick whited [sic] sarcasm which was amusing during his rare days he actually spent with his family."
"With Frank’s passing he will be missed only for what he never did; being a loving husband, father and good friend."
" Frank’s passing proves that evil does in fact die and hopefully marks a time of healing and safety for his family and friends.
Luzzi was cremated and is currently being kept in a box along with his 8mm adult movies.
Do to the lack of interest there will be no funeral services offered.
All donations will be accepted for his latest wife’s gambling addiction.
This song is so fitting, it seemed to be the hardest word for him to ever say. Be sure to click the sound button at the top of the page.
Lyrics
What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
What do I do to make you love me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I do when lightning strikes me
What have I got to do
What have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word
