Alessia sits in the park next to the cemetery in New Orleans where her mother was buried. Thinking over her city flights of the day and the diary parts of all her ancestors she had read pertaining to each city, their friends and foes there, their lives there or connected with. She had made a point of finding every grave of people mentioned that she could find to pay her respects too. Her family had often been foes with people but still knew the difference between a rival and someone not to respect. They had respected many an enemy and Alessia wanted to make this pilgrimage for them. Now, exhausted from it, she stared across the street at where her mother was buried along with many of her friends and family members. One last entry in her diary was written about her unspoken goodbyes to all of them and her respect and love for her city and Godfather, then nothing more. She had died shortly after writing that.

Tears streaming, Alessia walked to visit one last grave to say goodbye to her mother

I miss you so much, so many people are trying to be kind to me and I just cannot let them right now Mom. Your Godfather is still on this earth, you were right, he is a great man and so are many of your friends. But I am not ready for this life. I visited everyone for you and I hope you are not disappointed with me. Sleep sweet.

Zakk walks over to to Alessia as she sits weeping beside her mothers grave site.  Just as Zakk gets to her he swings his six string around his back and places a soft touch to her shoulder.   Hello Alessia, I am Zakk.  I too am here paying my respects to my father.   As Alessia stands Zakk reaches inside his biker leather jacket pocket and hands her a black handkerchief with a cool skull embroidered in the corner.

 "Thank you", she says as he dries her eyes. I inherited my fathers journals as well.  In it he spoke of the mad respect he held for your mother.  He had the honor of working along side her before he branched out with his own crew.  In it he speaks of your mothers undying loyalty, and honor.  There is always talk of honor and loyalty in the streets and a lot of that is exactly that.  TALK.  Your mother lived it everyday, and I can say without a doubt that my father felt honored to know and work along side of you.

Alessia hands back Zakks gnarly handkerchief and says a soft "Thank you". 

Perhaps some day should we decide to take up our parents line of work we can work together again.  If not I wish you all the best  with your life.   Zakk says as he reaches his hand out to shake her hand.

Kudzu, lights a cigar and walks among the streets , upon seeing Alessia he walks over to her and nods.

My father and grandfather knew your mother well. and they respected her for her hard work, and always there to advise and listen to them.

Im sure you will make her proud , as she watches down on all of us.

alot of great men and women died, and will be rembered always.

Stacks strolls over from his own fathers grave to the crying woman and stands back quietly waiting for the right time to approach her.

Alessia, my father often spoke of how hard a worker your mother was and how smart and well she could pick her way through this world.  My father often spoke of all the times she had helped him out and given him advice on this thing of ours.  While she will truly be missed we should not grieve her loss, rather we should celebrate the life of one of the most dedicated and hardest working mafiosos around.

Stacks strolls out of the cemetary looking for another purse to snatch.