Frank Margiotti of Lansdale, PA, passed away on January 21, 2026, at the age of 90. Born on April 19, 1935, in South Philly, Frank arrived loud and pretty much stayed that way.
Frank lived life loudly, confidently, and entirely on his own terms. A high school dropout by circumstance—but never by intelligence—he joined the U.S. Army and became a Paratrooper, because jumping out of airplanes seemed like a reasonable next step. Discipline met determination, and neither ever left him. He rose to the rank of Sergeant in just 18 short months, mostly because people naturally listened when Frank spoke… whether they wanted to or not.
After his military service, Frank went to hairdressing school and went on to open and run several successful salons—because if you’re going to work hard, you might as well do it with a captive audience.
A visit to Frank’s barber chair included a great haircut, a show tune (usually Sinatra), strong political opinions, and advice you didn’t ask for but somehow needed. His customers were fiercely loyal—not just because he was talented, but because once you were in the chair, you weren’t leaving until Frank finished talking… or singing.
Frank worked tirelessly for his wife and children. He was devoted to his wife, Maryjane (Ibbotson) Margiotti, his favorite beach companion. He loved nothing more than sitting on the Strathmere beach with Maryjane, watching the waves and enjoying a quiet moment—well, as quiet as Frank could be. The unsung hero in this story, Maryjane, with 66 faithful years by his side, is paving her own golden path to heaven we lovingly call “Maryjane Lane”. Her loyalty and devotion is noticed by everyone who knew them.
Frank was the proud father of four children—Marie, Frank, Vince, and Denise—and the equally proud Grandpop of eight grandchildren. All knew him as a man with big opinions, a big voice, and an even bigger belly.
Frank Margiotti was truly one of a kind—a provider, a performer, a protector, and a character in the very best sense of the word. He leaves behind a family who loved him deeply, a legacy built on hard work, and a world that is just a little quieter… though still somehow echoing with Sinatra.
“He did it his way.”
P.S. if you are the proud owner of a circa 1990’s Frank Margiotti Original Karaoke Cassette tape, please return to Maryjane at your earliest convenience. No judgement.