*From the entry of the church a black casket that holds the recently deceased can be seen. And though it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light, you see a woman in a black veil place a white rose on the casket. You watch as she wipes a tear from her eye. She lights a candle in remembrance of the deceased and walks down the aisle wiping the tears that are now cascading down her cheeks.

The only light inside the church is from the flickering candles on the altar. The candlelight casts an eerie glow across the priest's face. He hangs his head as he starts to read...*

"Friends, we are gathered here today to pay our final respects to our friend, Streetfame-. May they rest in peace. Those wishing to pay their respects may do so at this time."

No WS needed.

I hate this, I'm sorry hun. Rest well and come back strong.

Rest well bud, Sad to see you were a big help to the city and we thank you for everything you have done.

RIP SF.

Thank you for everything you contributed and the love you gave during your time in LA.

Much respect man.

Rip man

Rest in Peace

Tussy_ walks in with tears streaming down his face, a bunch of white tulips in his hand, and a cheese slice in the other. 

'I hope your soul finds rest dear friend. Enjoy your schaaf for heavenly cheese....'

Rest in peace Streetfame.

as Streetfame jr walks to his father his grave he standed proudly.

You are an honorable man father. You did not deserve to die like this. Gues they did not had enough faith in you and believed they did good by killing you. But they did not. They lost a great man who would die for his city.

whips a tear and salutes the grave one last time before leaving this world to.

Fist walked up to the casket and placed his rose down.  He sighed to himself thinking about all the times SF was there for him to answer any questions Fist had.  Along with a few laughs as well. It's gettung harder to find a mafioso like SF.  He wondered about how he was going to inevitably meet his maker.  Fist found a chair to stand on so he could lean over and whisper to Street.

This is the life we live and this risk, is what we take, because there's something worthwhile in this life of our.  Under all the buglaries and murders.  Thank you Street.

Fist climbs down and put the chair back and makes his way out hugging and patting a couple shoulders on his way out.

RIP

RIP

its sad to see you here mate.

RIP my friend