Lauren Marisa Benkovic, 39, took her last breath on May 4, 2020, found lifeless and never again able to open her eyes, on the floor of the laundry room in the home she lived in majority of her life with both her mother and younger sister, in Coplay, PA. 

"Six Deuce Ni**a, What!" is a phrasal pun of her address that she and her younger - Little Me - friend Amber concocted in the final months of Lauren's life. She was not afraid to speak her mind, brash, loud and boisterous, ratchet, "proud white trash", loved music and pop culture, MTV, Devon Sawa, Gavin Rossdale, Slash, Tommy Lee, her closest friends whom she constantly referred to and reaffirmed to them most days, as family - stronger than blood - her cousin Tommy, Reg, Danielle D, Ross, and Kelly; one of her closest, most beloved of  friends, Ricky Bundra; Her sister Robyn - her three beautiful children: Brielle, who also is Mini Me (born on mom's birthday) and Brody, and lastly, Braxton. She had a wicked love for Constantine - the famous emo song, not the man; a love for lifelong end of most every joke, Jerry, who named her and Danielle as "grimey b*tches" - the sentiment received indeniably by Lauren, who retorts "Indeed we are, Jerry! Thank you." She also had love, a familial love, for a friend named Brother Paul. Sadly, their final moments together are garbled, that to speak adamantly, is as fact; but, to put it blunt, as Lauren would do: Sh*t just was not left in good standing and well, Cuzz is no longer here to defend herself or to tell us what actually occurred in the end. But, karma renders payment from all vile acts done by lost, tormented souls afflicted in their humanity more than connected as a singular whole in original energy form; as her telepathic twin, I know her spirit, and she simply yearns to protect who's left of her family from unlikely predators, fakes, frauds, posers, and also police who have been witnessed as hurting animals, as the one story goes of her daughter seeing an officer of the local precinct, mutilating an otherwise defenseless kitten. She named him "Cat Killer" and his evil deeds live on.

So much could be said of Lauren, just like so much could be stuffed into the hooked nose of Jen John, who would be tirelessly checked in sarcastic humiliation by young and crazy Tommy, her little cousin, a soul light years ahead of his time. So, without taking up too much air, as Sleeveless was always known for doing while not falling in love with Tommy's "perfect" back; this obituary will serve as memory and as the closure necessary for so many who loved Lauren, to seek within themselves before the grief of loss swallow them whole. 

Her body—whether buried or cremated, I do not know, however, her spirit lives and she, to me, is actual proof that there is an afterlife—the hereafter. She's not yet left the Spirit Realm for the Angelic, as she is watching over her children until her loud and tireless, but wise spirit feels it is time to move on. She is safe and is not located anywhere demonic, evil, or harmful unto her soul's core. 

I eencourage anyone and everyone with Lauren stories and photos, please, share them ALL and without hesitation, for the veil of vulnerability and humiliation have been lifted and even in human form, Skat B*tch never worried about her side of the street being exposed as she was queen of gossip and was already for a long time, in works of exposing yours. RIP CUZZ, YOU WILL FOREVER BE MISSED. LOVE, THE SLICK ITALIAN. P.S. Your childhood best friend, Erin, keeps in touch with me, and I am all the more grateful for it. She knows you when you were you before I met you and John, too. Deez Nuts struggles from death of loved ones just as I always have and losing Jason, too, oh God, Vuzz, they really took the most f*cked up stars from the dead parts of the universe and made them into a living breathing beauty, lover of Halloween, former bartender at Arch St Pub, Catasauqua, for the beloved duo, Ed and Maryann. 1998 Graduate of WHS - Whitehall High School, as a Zephyr and pretty damn cute in maroon and gold, as well as, shared class with the renowned actor,  James Debello, of the film Detroit Rock City. Avid dreamer and storyteller, talk-sh*tter, and Hair-pullin', cat scratch, and GET KNOCKED TF OUT type b*tch and barfly who can brawl. Also, one sore part of her heart gave way to sadness for the life of Michael "Bishop" Korutz, who had also succumbed to his addiction, 23, in December 2006. So many lives hadn't  ever recovered from that. Fortunately, it is my gratitude that Lauren wasn't alive, to witness or live through the passing of one of the most respected, reputed, and beloved men in the neighborhood, Ricky Bundra, in 2021. May all of their spirits - for sure relentlessly tortured while alive on Earth, be comforted and at peace for the rest of eternity.  And to her brothers,  some of her closest of friends, Matty the Hatter Boykas—proud U.S. Marine, of the 2003 Operation Iraqi Freedom—who has also been known as Paesan; and brother from another mother, Lauren inside of an up the street Coplay man's body, Kev aka Junior whom she loved so dearly; and, to a unique localite, similar to Jr as in a man who embodies the parts of Lauren which all come together and make her work, the original paesan, Mikey Miller; Rick's little brother Andy, Jerry's little brother Jason, Coplay B*tches Nicole, Lil Lauren, Hilary, Mary, and Kaitlyn; Kim Kiena, maybe, and one of her first loves: John Hetherington, JH, who shares initials with another first love of hers, John Hammerly aka Sparky. To all of her Catty friends and lovers, and to her—no, nobody from Northampton—to Todd and Big White; predeceased by a legend, Huggie, and also to the widowed mother of his child, Ria Castranova. To all of her felonious friends in recovery, in the rooms of Narcotics Anonymous in Little Apple Area, Allentown, who know her as Pinky; and to The Ruins, for never losing the spirit of sharing its wide open spaces for party favors and art stuff. To Junior—little brother, Cuzz, may you find peace in just continuing to be you and stay true to yourself, and don't let Tommy down, he is always thinking of you, worried sick. May the souls of those who never had a dying chance to meet such a legend be given an extremely handsome discount on Heaven Comedy Tour ticket prices once they are officially published, and to Mary B., Mom B., to others closest to Lauren—Mom, it's my hope that you feel my presence after I am gone and until you leave this Earth—it is my desire to channel through Tommy, I love you and miss you and no matter how many times we fought, you are still Mom B. To Missy Steckroth, Dana, and so many others. Lauren's spirit lives on peacefully, and she looks forward to seeing her most beloved friends and family. :: THE END::

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