You notice a crowd gathering outside , between the barber's shop and a little pizza joint. There is a bit of ruckus and commotion and as you move closer to the source of the noise, people are pushing past you going in the opposite direction with plates, quilts, and pillows, all covered with the faces of recognizable mafioso. You're at the front, and you see a slight man with frizzy hair and a wrinkled trench coat one spitting a bunch of hooplah in front of a table covered in merchandise.

"Yes folks, there might 'ave been a blood bath in 'ese 'ere streets, but that don't mean you ain't ever gonna see these folks again! Uh, noooooo! Your old pal CHpistol has got yer commemorative "Big Mob Gone Dead' merchandise! Why, lookee here?"

Picks up a plate with Cherokee's face painted on the middle. It is recognizable only by feather. 

"Might be eatin' yourself a tall, heapin' plate of baked beaners, half way through you thinkin' about that there country side, indians and what not. BOOM! Cherokee's not-shot-face, reminding you of the times. Or how about this?"

CHpistol frisbees the plate into the crowd. Amidst screams and sounds of broken glass he pulls back his sleeve, revealing three watches. The face painted onto the face of each are, in order: TonyCorelli, Kes-, and Killer_Jane.

"Wanna forget about time when you're sippin' margaritas in Havana? Or do you got a date 6 feet under that you need to look snazzy for? Well get one of these fine-and-dandy wrist watches, made of something that DEEEEEEFINITELY looks KINDA like gold! Pretty much the say!"

The pistol unhooks them all and throws them into the crowd. From his coat he pulls a bottle, opens it and starts to down the contents. Remembering that there are still people watching him, he regains his composure with a violent shake of the head and presents the bottle.

"Well, excuse me as I take a sip of Altidore Aged Whisky! For the saddest of funerals! Hurry now, everyone! Grab your goods now while their graves are still at the front of the cemetary!" 

CHpistol continues to drink, grabbing money from people who are rapidly grabbing the goods around here.

"Hey now! One at a time! 'Cept you, miss, you should probably use two hands."