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[jason adam levito]

People would gather to say goodbye to Jason Levito, people would gather in huge hordes to send him off. However, how many of the people that actually knew Jason Levito would want to send him off so pleasantly, how many of them really couldn’t stand him? As the car door was opened a woman who obviously had both class and money was revealed as she stepped from the car and onto the curb at the side of the Encore Funeral Home. She was followed by her husband as they walked into the Funeral home, the sound of her heels clicking rather loudly on the marble floor of the entrance. She looked at the people as they walked into the Funeral home; this was supposed to be the Funeral simply for friends and family. She wondered why there were so many people here already. It looked like there must have been fifty people, surely she must have been imagining more people; how many friends could such a reclusive man have?

She could feel many eyes on her and her husband as they entered the room. She was the mother of Jason Levito; shouldn’t she have looked distraught and broken? Her eldest son had died just over two weeks ago and this was his funeral. She should have looked more heart broken; instead she looked cold and strong. Her hair, a deep dark brown hung down her back, her skin a soft olive tone and her eyes a fierce blue. It was very easy to see how her son looked like her; she was a small woman, her height increased only by the heels she wore. Her cheekbones were high and sharp, making her look even more unapproachable. She scanned the crowd looking for the familiar faces of people she had never met, but read a whole hell of a lot about in magazines and on the internet. The strangers who publicized the magazine articles knew her son more than she had in the past ten years since she lost him to this fame.

One face she recognized easily was the face of a little girl who was the spitting image of her mother with horrifying and piercing blue eyes. Amber Lynne Levito was her name, and that was her only grandchild. The girl wouldn’t recognize her; however she would recognize the girl. Marilyn Creighton had only met her granddaughter one time, and that was when Amber was just a few months old. The girls’ mother, Ainsley, looked to her and smiled. Ainsley had tear streaks down her face and she held her daughter close to her, and that was when Marilyn noticed the girl was crying. She felt more heartbreak for Jason’s daughter then she could for Jason himself. Perhaps it was horrible that a mother could not force herself to be heart broken over the death of her child, but to this women, and this particular child… it was more like they were strangers. She didn’t know her son and barely saw him, which made it more than difficult for her to feel a severe heartbreak of pain in his death.

She and her husband sat down in the front row, facing the casket which held the body of Jason Levito. She could hear the sounds of people crying behind her, and beside her, however she did not cry. The sight of her granddaughter, the little four year old Amber Lynne crying almost sent her to tears though. She felt more anguish in seeing the child cry then she did in her own son having died. She looked around at the faces and saw her eldest daughter, Alaina, entering and she stood up to greet her daughter. She fell into her arms and Alaina cried, Alaina had some kind of relationship with Jason after all. Alaina composed herself, and the tears fell silently as she sat next to her mother.

Jason’s body rested in a mahogany casket and there were roses covering it. Marilyn looked around the casket and saw many pictures both of Jason with friends, performing, with his daughter and anything. It was the picture taken with him and Shannon when they had run off to New York City when Jason was fifteen that had sparked something painful in Marilyn. Looking at him at fifteen years old was different than seeing pictures of him at twenty five and at rock bottom. She looked at the picture and could feel tears burning her eyes. Even if he wasn’t sober, even if then he’d already abandoned his family, he was happy and it was something she never saw in her son. She looked away from the picture and once again looked in the crowd, trying to find more faces she knew. She looked for Shannon, she looked to Tomo and Tim, and she looked for Cammie, Jason’s new girlfriend. She even found herself looking for Casey, who was Jason’s ex-wife and a woman that Marilyn had actually met. She saw Casey, and although she had a feeling the woman would be here, she still felt surprised. Jason and Casey had not been on good terms exactly, but she was at his funeral probably because when you marry someone, whether or not for love, you develop some kind of feelings for them.

Casey had tears streaking down her face, which was a shock to Marilyn. She sat about three rows behind her and had a man with her, a man who she didn’t recognize or care to. She looked at the faces of the people here and felt something she hadn’t before, she felt that maybe her son had touched people… maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed.