SINGERROURKE stands looking around at all of his dead friends.

Who would have thought. Friends and family that go to my funearl and those i will not get to attend let me tell you now how much i appreciated all of you. You all know who you are. The sad messages i keep getting. The please dont dies. I cant raise my gun to fight for anything because everything is gone now. I stand here in the streets of detroit a fool without a family. Brothers and Sisters that knew me please remember how much i cared for you. The conversations i had with you all. You will not know how special you were to me. I thank you all for being here with me. I almost made a whole lot of people real proud of me.

SINGERROURKE looks at mirror the man placed the gun to the side of his head. The Guards in the backround watch. SINGERROURKE looks at the gathering crowd.

I guess its time for some last words huh?

The gun cocks.

May God bless all of us this Christmas season. May he keep you and yours wrapped in a nice blanket of love.

Sad to see a fellow Mafioso lose everything he loves.... and yet I am in the same shoes.  Good bye my friend.  I will see you on the other side.

Viv's heart sinks as she hears Singers words...

Many of us have felt the loss you have, Singer! It's not the loss of our own lives that get us down but the ones around us. I get it...but I really didn't want to see your gun against your gorgeous head. Sometimes we need to take a breath and count to ten before publicaly making such a graphic ending. Don't you think?

*..takes note, thoses last words of joy and love*

I guess if a man can forgive and accept his fate, thus making hate not be inheritance...Then this man Has been elevated to a BIG MAN.

Respect on your memory.

Al D.