Michael Anthony Benton

August 17, 1992 - May 25, 2018

    Michael Anthony (Tony) Benton, 25, of Bloomington died Friday May 25, 2018. He was born August 17, 1992 to James Benton and Frances (Davis) Benton in Beech Grove, Indiana.

   He was preceded in death by his stepfather, Charles F. Salvaty Sr., of Bedford, IN; his grandparents, Harry and Catherine Benton of Indianapolis, IN; Sperry Davis of Linton, IN, and Rosetta Davis of Bedford, IN; his uncles, Thomas A. Wheeler of Bloomington, IN, and Joe Dellavecchio of Chesapeake, VA; his cousin Jennifer Lacy of Linton, IN.

   His memory will be cherished by his parents, James Benton of Indianapolis, IN, and Frances (Davis) Benton of Bloomington, IN; brothers, Armondo Salvaty of Bloomington, IN, Anthony Salvaty, Vito Salvaty of Marion, IN, Dustin Salvaty of Marion, IN, Joseph Benton of Fort Wayne, IN, and Charles Salvaty Jr. of New York; His sisters, Sonda (Salvaty) Adams of Marion, IN, Renee (Salvaty) Sykes of Bedford, IN, and Tammy (Salvaty) Stickney of Winamac, IN; His uncles and aunts, Davis and Terry Davis of Linton, Sperry and Betsy Davis of Virginia Beach, VA,
and Susan Dellavecchio of Chesapeake, VA; cousins, Katrina Dunning of Linton, IN, and Matthew Kline of Torrington, CT;
As well as many nieces and nephews and second cousins.

   Michael worked at the Pi Kappa Phi Fraternity at Indiana University in Bloomington, IN, and was an active member of the Indiana University Japanese Anime and Culture Club. He also was an active member of the Monroe County Civic Theater.




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    Tony was one of those rare, special people that would leave an indelible impression on you. He really was one of a kind. In the three and a half years I knew him, he was one of the most supportive and outgoing people around. Whenever he entered the room, you knew something good was going to happen. He brought a big ray of sunshine wherever he went, and he was always fully engaged in whatever activities we had going on. He had a fervent dedication and passion for our anime club; it was practically his second home.

    For me, Tony was at the center of some of my most enjoyable experiences here in Indiana. I'll never forget his turn as "Dr. Weeblove" when we presented for our club last year; only Tony could come up with something like that. He was always there whenever I did rehearsal runs for my convention panels -- it was Tony who suggested I keep one joke that I was on the fence about, and that joke wound up getting one of the biggest laughs when I performed the panel last month. He could sing the hell out of his favorite songs at karaoke, and his wicked and clever sense of humor was always in full swing when we played Cards Against Humanity.

    As much as I'm going to miss you, Tony, I won't forget you, because you were a unique, amazing individuals that people don't forget. Safe travels on your next journey, my friend.


   I knew Tony well. He was one of the first friends I made in the anime club. I had him over at my home and he had me over at his. I was always glad to see him, asking him how he's doing, how his back is, just wanting to uphold an interest in his life. As someone who deals with depression on a daily basis, I can't help but empathize what he must have been going through psychologically. However, now I know that I should have done more for him. It pains me to think about what I could have done differently, but I don't want to only think about regret when I think of Tony. I want to think about how personable he was to everyone, doing all he can to bring everyone together, whether it be through his love of Cards Against Humanity or wanting us all to sample his cooking (which I personally really liked). Knowing someone like Tony as a first-year transfer student at IU was an incredibly refreshing experience. I felt I didn't need to walk on the same eggshells as I usually do when trying to make new friends. We became friends simply out of the desire to. This was an experience I'll never forget as well as never letting anyone else forget also. He is forever in our hearts, not because his life ended, but because of the life that he gave to ours.

   Joseph Nkonga