In memory of Francis Maiorino, Fernando Adolfo Paris lit a candle

I am heartbroken to hear of Frank's passing. He truly was one of a kind. A dear friend who made me laugh like no one else could. He is deeply missed. He designed my beautiful backyard for me. His spirit lives on in the beautiful oasis he created for me. My deepest condolences to his family and friends. Having a slice of key lime pie for you, Frankie! Miss you! Love you!

I am heartbroken to hear of Frank's passing. He truly was one of a kind. A dear friend who made me laugh like no one else could. He is deeply missed. He designed my beautiful backyard for me. His spirit lives on in the beautiful oasis he created for me. My deepest condolences to his family and friends. Having a slice of key lime pie for you, Frankie! Miss you! Love you!

I am heartbroken to hear of Frank's passing. He truly was one of a kind. A dear friend who made me laugh like no one else could. He is deeply missed. He designed my beautiful backyard for me. His spirit lives on in the beautiful oasis he created for me. My deepest condolences to his family and friends. Having a slice of key lime pie for you, Frankie! Miss you! Love you!

I am heartbroken to hear of Frank's passing. He truly was one of a kind. A dear friend who made me laugh like no one else could. He is deeply missed. He designed my beautiful backyard for me. His spirit lives on in the beautiful oasis he created for me. My deepest condolences to his family and friends. Having a slice of key lime pie for you, Frankie! Miss you! Love you!

I am heartbroken to hear of Frank's passing. He truly was one of a kind. A dear friend who made me laugh like no one else could. He is deeply missed. He designed my beautiful backyard for me. His spirit lives on in the beautiful oasis he created for me. My deepest condolences to his family and friends. Having a slice of key lime pie for you, Frankie! Miss you! Love you!

Frank. THE BEST! MISSING U! Love Jon, Kasia, Thea.

In memory of Francis Maiorino, Suzanne Pike lit a candle

Sending our love and strength to the entire Maiorino family. We will keep you in our prayers.

The first time i met Frank was in 2015 It was Saturday. June 26th. Phil and I linked up after work at Grand Central and took the Metro North to Bronxville. I felt like I was visiting Willy Wonka at the Chocolate Factory. The black and white tiles, the stacks of rare vintage books. The wall paper! The studio. The guest bedroom(s). The kitchen! The office. The attic! Frank and Alex later let me live in that home for small stints. We'd venture from there to the lake house where I'd ride his bikes around the pump track (that he had professionaly built by the same guy who did the track in Williamsburg across from Domino). Id fly through it over and over testing our the jumps while he grilled pork chops w peppers. He got the grill roaring to obscene heights by aiming the leaf blower directly at the flame. His ingenuity and innovation was born out of impatience. He didn’t have time to waste on BS. He taught me how to dig a proper hole and how to plant a bush there. He also put me in waders and had me rake seaweed from Lake Hopatcong in the dead of winter for a pilot tbs was shooting in Long Island starring Elizabeth Shue. We used to stop at the Asian market (at Merrick & Washington Ave) to grab salads and waters. Frank never bought 1 Essentia bottle. He usually got one for the center console, 1 for me, 1 for the back seat, and maybe 1 in the trunk. He was always planning ahead … for all sorts of hypothetical events….like a doomsday prepper! He trusted me once to take Casey to basketball practice. And made me promise to watch the practice and talk to the coach, who gave me so much encouraging feedback about Caseys progress that i had to interject and remind him i was just Steve - Franks friend. The coach said "I know. Frank called me earlier to tell me you'd be here." I took notes on my phone, like a shmuck secretary so I would sound smart when I spoke to Frank later that night. Frank showed me Rincon Puerto Rico. After I’ve visited the island my entire life to see my grandfather, it was Frank who showed me the other side of town. The real side. Frank put me on to the Rappaport podcast. We loved the sidekick MOODIE. We laughed so hard at the segment called “sick f____ of the week” We listened and laughed for hours. Frank brought me to Meltasia and introduced me to my favorite band the Black Lips. At one point during the show I looked to my left and realized Frank wasn’t there. I walked back to the campsite figuring he was by the fire. He wasn’t there. “Maybe he went to the bathroom or something” I thought. So I walked back to the show to Frank on stage with the Black Lips. He was sharing beers with the roadies and laughing with the lead singer of SURFBORT. He loved her unique look. They stood shoulder to shoulder and waved at me. "Her hair was sick!" he repeated for weeks. Frank and I did this thing where we’d drive up to Uncle Pete's camp site, the same exact spot where the show was held, and we'd dive into the freezing river because it was heeling for our bad backs AND cleansing for our souls. We did that in the dead of winter like lunatics. We'd take long drives just to talk. Rarely with a destination in mind.It was therapy. Timmy Z was always in the car with us, dialed in from the West Coast on speaker. It felt like he was in the backseat. I’ve never heard or felt the chemistry between two friends the way I felt it and heard in Frank and Tim’s conversations. It was like a challenge between them to see who could keep the chat going the furthest. A test of might and wit… it was all so pure though which made it all the more special. He’d tell me every story about every one of his friends who I've been lucky enough to meet along the way. I never believed these characters existed in real life, then I’d meet them. I would've bet a million dollars these stories weren't real. They always were. Recently Frank had me research colleges for Casey. He cared so much about Casey and Ellie. He cared so much about their futures. He cared about who they would grow to be and impressive they already were as people and as friends. I spent a weekend with Frank in Killington recently where I told him I would drive the second half of the trip. As soon as we pulled off the highway for me to pee behind a dumpster at a Howard Johnson, we switched seats. I immediately took multiple wrong turns leading us to an industrial seafood processing plant. (city fish market in Wethersfield) I get nervous when he lets me drive but also loved to do it. I always wanted to bring value to the table and contribute. I'd do anything to help Frank. Frank thought it was a gift from above that I made those wrong turns. His eyes lit up and he yelled “PULL IN UP HERE!” We bought salmon, monkfish, and flounder. Hours later in Ludlow we grabbed parsley, broccoli, asparagus, lemon, garlic and salad. We cooked breakfast and dinner for each other dinner, alternating each day. He kept saying “MONKFISH TASTES LIKE LOBSTER RIGHT!!” even in the Gondola he gave me a look and just said “Monkfish…right?!” Frank would always ask me to head to the marina to meet with a guy who was going to repair or paint or reupholster his boat. I met one character once with a huge gray mustache so big that looked like a janitor's broom. He had feathery silver hair and glasses that sat right on the tip of his nose. While talking to this guy about the dash and console the phone rang. It was Frank. On speaker phone he goes “YOU THERE WITH GEPETTO?! GUY LOOKS LIKE GEPPETTO… RIGHT?!” TELL GEPPETTO HE GETS $800 CASH OR HE CAN GET OFF MY BOAT!” and hung up. Geppetto took the $800. In the summer we drove to Jones Beach for quick 2 hour retreats. Field 6. We swam the entire time. I know how to swim, or at least I thought I knew how to swim. Frank SWAM like an olympian. He told me he’d teach me how to realllly swim at The Y soon. He once dropped me off on side of Harlem River Drive around 145th St. He just got off the phone with a car dealership in Belle Mead, NJ. He told told me that he needed me to go grab a used pick up truck he bought and to drive it back to Bronxville before dinner. The car had no plates. I had no license. I took the subway to Penn, the NJT to Edison. And Ubered the rest of the way. it was a 5 hour journey. Frank believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. When I was a lost cause, Frank never gave up on me. He didn't judge me. He went out of his way to let me know that I was still important to him and that he cared. We both loved the same Japanese design magazines. We put each other on to so many new artists. Franks taste in music was so specific yet so random. One minute he was playing Nick Cave and the Grateful Dead. The next minute it was Willow Smith. When I’d sing along he’d go “YOU KNOW THIS?!” If you knew Frank, you knew there was always a thread that could connect all of his thoughts and feelings together. The thread was only visible to a certain circle of people who understood him. People with real taste. Frank had taste. I loved working with Billy and Chris and Hecht and Robbie Ross to help Frank - not just with the films on set, but with his art. Those jobs saved my life. Frank gave me purpose. Frank gave me meaning. Frank gave me a reason to wake up. He taught me the value of an honest days work. His shop and studio were so meticulously organized. He taught me there is a place and a purpose for everything. Frank taught me there is a place and purpose for me. He believed in me. He trusted me. He pushed me forward and pulled me out from under a place I thought id be stuck for the rest of my life. Frank was more than a friend to me. He was more than an uncle. He was more than a brother. I leaned on Frank like he was my dad. He gave me hope and inspired me. He gave me a chance. He’d always give people a chance and even if they F'd it all up, he forgave them AND gave them another chance. He was a saint. He never wanted anybody to know it was him running the show behind the scenes. He’d occasionally peak out from behind the proverbial curtains just to let you know he was there and supported you. We watched movies like Rock n Roll Parking lot in the attic w Phil and Al C. He put me on to the King of Comedy. Midway through it we called John and Frank played a 3 second clip for him. John proceeded to finish the next 100 lines from the movie. Every sentence. I felt so lucky to have front row seats to this exchange. I still feel so lucky He taught how to use the ilily espresso machine and introduced me to Dr. Bronners. We played Monopoly with Casey and Ellie and Alex one night after dinner. They all accepted me and got a kick out of how terrible at the game I was at the game esp since I spent 7 years of commercial real estate. I’m so grateful to them for accepting inviting me in. Their patience with me, as I learned to play Mahjong, was remarkable. I always wanted to make him proud. I’ll spend the rest of my life doing that and pay tribute to him. Lovingly, Steve Frank’s Former Assistant / Forever Right Hand Man

Sending love to the whole Maiorino family.

While I have the chance, I just wanted to say how special Frankie was to us Beu’s. He was my Moms biggest fan & bestest buddy, he made us laugh unmercifully and he was the most loving, kind, generous & encouraging towards each of us. It didn’t matter if years passed between visits, it was always like coming home when we were together. Such precious moments in time. I feel blessed to have gotten to better know him & his beautiful little family a few years ago when they hosted us at their house. A cherished visit I won’t soon forget. There are certain things I incorporated into my home-life afterwards strictly because of that time spent with him, Alex & the kids… things which will now forever remind me of our sweet Frank. When those daily reminders come to mind I will remember to thank him in spirit for having even had the chance to experience him in this life at all. In those moments when he pops into my head I will also hold his family & friends (his legacy) in remembrance & prayer, carrying you each high in my heart, for you all helped him to become the man he was. To Alex, Casey & Ellie, I give my most solemn & heartfelt condolences. Thank you for allowing us to be part of his beautiful service via livestream and part of his & your life together. To all my dear Aunts, Uncles, Cousins & Siblings…this loss hits hard. I feel you and am feeling it hard alongside you. Through our deep grieving let us also please acknowledge how very blessed we are to have had the opportunity to be loved by Frankie…how very blessed we have been to be able to engage in each other’s joy, sorrow, grief, laughter & love in this crazy & rare familial existence we all get to share in. While I am still here I just want you to know that I love each & every one of you with everything I got?Peace be with us all.

Sending love and prayers to The Maiorino Family.

Thoughts and prayers to the whole family x

Thoughts and prayers to the whole family x

My family and I are running the Laps for Life fundraiser today for ultrasound machines for pregnancy centers. I will be carrying a sign in memory of Frankie. Love you all.

In memory of Francis Maiorino, Laura Steinman lit a candle

In memory of Francis Maiorino, Laura Steinman lit a candle

In memory of Francis Maiorino, Laura Steinman lit a candle

Our thoughts and prayers are with all the family! Sincere condolences on your loss.

We will miss you so Frankie! A good man with a big heart & a true talent. The peaceful trees & flowers will sing for you always!

My sincere condolences to all of Franc's family. We are all better for having experienced his enthusiastic spirit. He infused every day with a sense of adventure, joy and humor. I will miss him and think of him often.

Francis was incomparable—a free spirit, creative soul, utterly authentic and uniquely his own. He was an intrepid explorer and relentless in his passions, of which there were many. He was so much and meant so much to so many of us. He was more than the best brother—greater than the greatest dad, and the most beloved—of beloved sons. His friends were more than friends, they were devotees. A broad ranging brigade of magnificent, multi-faceted maniacs, all walking happily and unwittingly in the shadow of his love—of his guidance—of his support and, above all, of his hilarity. He was the genuine article. He was one of a kind. He was everything to all of us. We are all heartbroken by the passing of our beloved Francis. We want to express our deep gratitude to Alex Bush-Maiorino for honoring Frank with this service in the wondrous town of Massapequa, a place he so cherished and never-ever-could-ever leave behind. We ask that you keep Alex, Casey and Ellie in your prayers. And we wish also to thank the great many friends of Frank and our family who have called, sent messages, expressed their love for Frankie, and shared memories. Your outpouring of love in this sad time has meant so much to us. -The Maiorino Family

My friend — — words cannot explain —the good times we experienced together I will cherish …My condolences to the Maiorino’s …my heart is with you forever…Love Hanshe

I love you Frankie

Francis, Frankie as we called him as kids, you will be missed. It was great re-connecting with you over the past few years online. I'm so sorry for your loss too all the Maiorino family. Thoughts and prayers.

At a loss for words. My deepest condolences to the Maiorino family. Rest In Peace Fran.

Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.