Pino' Acquaro got his big Italian funeral, but the mobsters didn't get the memo.
He wasted years on the mob then maybe the mob wasted him.
The church was packed but nearly all the gangsters he knew stayed away. The handsome mafia lawyer had bungled burning down his Brunswick bar for the insurance but he had burned his bridges - badly. A couple of hard men turned up. the sort that wear sunglasses in church. One was the departed's last client, a cool customer who'd been a regular at Acquaro's bar. And there was a bald guy wearing so much chunky gold he'd hardly need concrete boots if he happened to be sent to sleep with the fishes.