Obituary of Mark Masullo

October 4, 2026

September 8, 1990 – October 4, 2026
Mark Charles Masullo, beloved son, brother, grandson, and friend, passed away on October 4,
2026, at the age of 36.
Mark was born on September 8, 1990, to Paul and Yvette Masullo. From the time he was a
little boy, Mark was happy, playful, and almost always smiling. He loved to play and had a
natural joy and energy that his family will always remember.
Mark attended La Salle Academy for high school and later went on to Stony Brook University.
It was during his college years that his personal challenges became more difficult, beginning
a long and painful struggle that would follow him through much of his adult life.
Mark had his demons and personal battles, but those struggles were never the entirety of
who he was. He was deeply loved by his family, and he never stopped trying to become a
better person and find his way forward. Mark knew that he needed help, and he was willing to
acknowledge it. He was capable of saying, "I'm sorry," and of recognizing when he had made
mistakes. He kept trying, even when trying was difficult.
Mark wanted to be loved by everyone, and he did his best to give love in return. Unfortunately,
some people only saw Mark at his worst and never had the opportunity to know the person
beneath his struggles. His family knew that there was so much more to him.
Mark had a special love for animals, which always brought out his gentle and tender side. He
loved children as well, and those who knew him could see that he would have made a
wonderfully caring and loving father.
Sports were an important part of Mark's life. He loved basketball and was naturally talented
at sports. He also loved video games and took great pride in his collections of sneakers and
baseball caps. And then there were the things that simply made Mark Mark—his love of
chocolate milk, ketchup, soda, and scary movies among the many little things his family will
remember with a smile.
As a young boy, some of Mark's happiest memories were made with his grandmother
Connie. He loved playing cards with her, and he was also a formidable opponent when it
came to Monopoly. Mark was a fiend at Monopoly and seemed to win almost every time.
Mark had dreams for his future. He had begun pursuing a career in HVAC and had gone to
school to prepare himself for that path. He wanted to work, build a life, and continue moving
forward.
Mark's life was not always easy, and his journey was not always what he or his family hoped
it would be. But he continued to try. He continued to hope. He continued to seek a better life
for himself.
Mark leaves behind his parents, Paul and Yvette Masullo, and his three siblings, Peter, Paul,
and Melina Masullo, along with extended family and friends who love him dearly.
His family asks that Mark be remembered not only for the difficult moments, but for the little
boy who smiled so easily, the young man who loved animals and sports, the brother and son
who is deeply loved, and the person who wanted so desperately to be loved in return.
Remember his smile. Remember his kindness toward animals. Remember his competitive
spirit around the Monopoly board. Remember the sneakers and baseball caps, the video
games, the basketball, the chocolate milk, and all the little things that made him uniquely
Mark.
Most of all, remember that beneath his struggles was a person who was trying. A person
who knew he needed help and kept reaching for something better. A person who could say,
"I'm sorry." A person who loved and wanted to be loved.
Mark is, and always will be, deeply missed. Our hearts are broken by his absence, and there
are no words that can fully express how much we miss him. But we will continue to speak of
Mark in the present tense, because to us, he is still our son, our brother, our family, and our
Mark. His presence remains in our hearts, in our memories, and in the countless little things
that remind us of him every day.
We believe that this is not goodbye forever. We hold onto the hope that one day we will see
Mark again, and until that day, we will carry him with us and continue to love him.
Mark was more than his battles.
He is our son. He is our brother. He is our Mark.
He is loved—deeply, completely, and always.