From the journal of Capazzo:

If you all are reading this then I am dead somewhere. I firstly want to thank each and every one of you. In all the crews I've led over the past couple of years hands down this was the best. Literally anything I asked for was done without question and in quick time. I was completely and utterly blessed for having such a talented crew. Words can not even express the amount of gratitude I have for you all.

I really wish I could write and call out each of you one by one but the truth of the matter is 95% of you were very near and dear to my heart save for 2-3 inactives. 

I think we all did a great job in building relationships with on another just as any true family should. I will remember all the jokes and good times in C chat, the fries comments and of course the hair comments. I will miss you all dearly but if you are alive and still reading this message continue to work hard, fight hard and give it your all for whomever your leader is.

Just now, you all, being part of The Capazzo Crime Syndicate was an absolute accomplishment, I know I was honored to be a part of this group. We raised money for fortifications in what, 30 minutes? We had a contest to see how much money we could raise in a week and you guys blew it out of the water with a staggering 125 million plus in 6 days. It was the first time that at least I know of a crew donated well over 1 billion dollars in earnings. 

The above just goes to show how selfless you guys were, you kept on giving and giving and giving the family. I appreciate so much the fact that you guys behind anything I said or did. You saw me reinvesting so much into the crew with bodyguards and never once did someone come up to me and say "hey when will it be my turn" everyone knew the order it would go. 

I can literally write on and on and on for days but I can't. My time is coming soon, I can hear the voices and footsteps. They are rapidly approaching.

I just want to thank once again every single person in the Capazzo Crime Syndicate and also not forgetting the Ligambi Crime Family. I have to go soon, I hear the voice getting closer.

I love you all, remember we will always be ONE CREW...ONE DISTRICT...ONE FAMILY...UNITED. Keep those words clo

It had been a rough two days for Uncle Joe and the Ligambi Crime Family. Uncle Joe thought on his friends heartfelt words shared from his personal journal.

"Our sweet Don Capazzo. What words could any of us use to describe you. I feel almost speechless. Don Capazzo, my longtime friend was one of the dearest people I have ever known in this thing of ours. A humble, dedicated, hard working family man if ever there was one. It wasn't hard to make a Billion dollars for a man like Capazzo. We were motivated by a deep appreciation for the care and commitment he showed us on a daily basis. Capazzo and the Capazzo Crime Syndicate gave life to the Ligambi Crime Family. It's devastating to have seen him and his phenomenally successful run cut short with such a bright future ahead. I am a humbled man just from having worked for him. He was my friend, my brother and my Don. His memory will live on in the hearts of all that he touched. La Familia Capazzo. One crew, one district, one family, united."

Uncle Joe continued on down the street to his Pork store, wondering how he would ever cope with the loss of one so close to his heart.

As Sal takes the journal from Uncle Joe he sees the expression on Joes faces is one of deep sadness...Sal opens the journal from his beloved Don and begins to read his final thoughts. As he reads, memories of the past begin to rush into his mind and he is overwhelmed with emotion.

"Don Capazzo I was lucky enough to serve you not only once but twice. On both occasions I was welcomed to a family and treated with the utmost respect. It is no surprise that you had a family that had such great attitudes and that enjoyed going out there and earning so much for you. After all attitude does reflect leadership. I have served many diffrent leaders around these parts before, but never one like yourself. I was given so many opportunities to succeed here and I can not thank you enough. I will miss you Don Capazzo. Greatly."

Sal closes the book at looks at Uncle Joe just before he leaves the room, with a lump in his throat. Puts the journal down and pats the top of it twice before walking out as well.

Seeing Uncle Joe and Sal leave the next room looking sad Roadrunner decides to see what the deal is. Upon entering the room he sees a book that he has not seen before he picks it up and reads the front. A little surprised  he sees it is the Journal of the late Don Capazzo. He opens and reads it. It takes a few minutes to get through it. The words take him by surprise and touch his heart deeply. He thinks back on how much Cap had done for him and how he had made him want to be as great as the man thought he could be and how he had always encouraged him to strive for what he wanted to become. It is hard not to let out the pain of losing such a good and dear friend and boss. Road sets the Journal down and like Joe and Sal he leaves the room holding back tears.

Rum follows Road in, because the two are inseparable. They came into Capazzo's crew together, they were there when he fell. She takes the journal from where Road set it down and reads over the words of her fallen Bossman. While everyone else was leaving with sad tears, she smiles softly. They had a great run together. They built up a family, not just a crew. It might have been cut shorter than she would have liked, but they made it all together. She had a chance to work with people her ancestors had fought beside. She got to know new people and make new friendships that would last. Though the loss of her family hurt, she smiles at the good times and what was gained through their time together. The experiences shared in the Capazzo Crime Syndicate are ones that will follow her through the generations. Rum lays the journal back down and takes a deep breath. Taking Road's hand, she grips it in her own and looks up at him, ready to start the next chapter in their lives.

Who's POLHF?

"I've heard of them before,"  Frankie says to The Dubliner.  "They are the magic eight ball of this thing of ours.  They make generic predictions to players based on past events hoping they will be right.  Then when it come back, hoping someone is angry over the death they 'warned everyone about' and try to recruit the bitter/hurt descendants of the fallen gangster."

"They claim their operation if about something noble, avenging the fallen - making evil tyrants pay, but their targets of assassinations are often the hands of operations ... not the evil tyrants themselves.  I've also heard rumors that they will attack a person or the corrupt agents who work for them, or the person's bodyguards and then ask for money in order to stop."

"Their pleasure in this thing of ours comes from striking folks down and tormenting people - good/evil it makes no real difference it would seem.  All they care about is continuing to recruit and having their own form of fun because apparently while they are able to recruit with their false robin hood act & their magic eight ball type predictions... they lack the drive/commitment/talent to actually get into a crew, rise through the ranks, and take a shot at the evil tyrants they constantly decry."

"They're far more likely to shoot at me or you than the fallen names they've often said bad things about - at some point a gal gets tired of hearing that a murderer is a murderer from people who *gasp* commit murder."  She shrugs.  "I didn't know Don Capazzo, but one my family has been around this thing of ours for a bit and she had told me somethings about how he ran a solid operation.  That every member of his crew had duties and were invested in his operation."

"She told me about how he'd make sure his new folks were mentored and educated in how best to do their part in this thing of ours, encouraged growth in the business districts, organized crimes that sometimes involved almost a dozen mobsters - and their stories are still retold on the streets today."

"He was the sort of guy whose number one goal was to raise up new leaders to leave this shitty thing of ours better than he found it and here's something I personally know for sure - someone as GOOD as Don Capazzo sure as hell didn't deserve to have a memorial about him turned into a recruitment platform for men who aren't fit to stand in his shadow.  Capazzo took the risks and he paid his dues to get to his position and the world is better for him having done so.  So, why don't you piss off TheDiamond and bang your drum elsewhere?"

"Even if you told him death was coming ... did you give him advice on how to deal with it?  Probably not.  Word on the street is that LuckyLucy once got similar vague warnings and publicly called you out to advise on what the fuck she was suppose to do with a warning that a Godfather was gonna kill her.  Did you expect him or her to turn their whole operation rogue on your word alone?"

"Here's a thought..."  Frankie hands TheDiamond her card. 

"I'm offering anyone in your organization a chance to go legit and be a proper criminal.  See I got willed this thing from Don Dicaprio... I mean to do right by her and see it stand again.  If you really want to make this place better - you and your boys look me up.  It won't be easy, it'll mean rising above the rank of Wise Guy and that will take time and effort and commitment ... it's easy to shout your rage into the void and kill lesser men, their corrupt agents, and bodyguards.  BUT... if you're willing to work your asses off, I promise you the rewards are far greater than the temporary thrills you get coming in a day after a war to say you were right about something."

"When you're ready to REALLY change this thing of ours... even if others won't give you the time of day ... the doors to my operation remain open."  Frankie pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a drag hoping that the POLHF will actually PLEASE be respectful and not continue to hijack this conversation which is not the time or the place for recruitment tactics or saying 'we told you so.'

Almost disillusioned with the bloodbath and things that happened in the past days, Stefano planned to drink his sorrows away. But he couldn't just stay silent. As he scanned Don Capazzo's journal, his blood almost boiled. 

This was a great man - a paragon of sheer greatness and magnanimity. Stefano felt the emotions surging out of the journal, the message pure and delicate. How can he ever forget when Don Capazzo pledged to support his ideas? Such gesture is truly noble, one that really fits the grace of a king. Teary-eyed, Stefano remembered his wonderful time under the wing of Capazzo. How I wished I could've done more, Stefano thought. 

Composing himself, Stefano closed the journal; he imagined the great Don Capazzo enjoying his eternal stay in paradise - perhaps it's a land filled with gel, fries, and anything exquisite. 

"Thank you Don Capazzo. For everything." Stefano muttered as he prepared to leave.

Jimmy, an absolute mess since Capazzo's death, was given his journal to read by Uncle Joe. He began flicking through the pages, seeing pictures of the old crew together, reading little bits and pieces of the things that Don Capazzo had said about him and his fellow family members.

But then he turned to the page marked "Farewell speech". He read every let making us all panic an ter, not one word unseen. As he opened another beer he began to cry. Capazzo was his mentor, his boss, and most importantly, his best friend. 

He looked at the journal and smiled and thought to himself, 

"You bastard Cap. Still making us all panic and worry about you even when you're gone. Rest in piece brother. You're always be loved by old Jimmy."

Jimmy sat next to Capazzo's grave, sharing beers by pouring them into the dirt and telling stories about the good old times for HOURS.


REST IN PIECE DON CAPAZZO. ALWAYS LOVED|NEVER FORGOTTEN|FOREVER MISSED

Tony reviewed the journal as he sat and read it.  He remember how Frank had great respect for Cap.  They talked and joked and talked about how great Lucy was.  Tony recalled how Lucy was happy to have a brother in this world.   Tony respected Cap not because he was Sicilian but because he was truly a man of honor, loyal and understood La costa nostra.   However Cap loved his card games and you could find him at a table ready to play at a moments notice. 

Tony was sad that he never had the chance to say I do to his love Charlie but he knew that they were meant for each other.  They would have had several wonderful children.  Katy would have had cousins to play with. 

I was sorry to find out that you past away sir.  In this world life is short, friends come and go but you sir you will be remembered.  Rest my friend one day I will join you.