A cilivian stands in the middle of time square with noting but his sundays best because he needed to bury his father.  He stood there looking around at all the gangsters and by passers none of them recoginizing his pain or emotions.  He knew that for shits and giggles that his father was shot and he understood war.  However after countless generations he knows that this was it.   He was moving his family to Florida to leave out his life in peace.   He would miss many people but the frustrations of death was to much when all his father wanted to do was bring a little humor and fun to people.  He bloodline was always respectful even when they didnt agree.  To leave so many behind when he just saw so many return.  He couldn't remember when a Don last retired to leave out their final days nor anyone living long enough to enjoy the fruits of their labor.  He didnt wave nor did he send out goodbye letters he was to tired and this lose was a surprise because his father didnt have much ambition to climb the ranks nor was he seeking power he just wanted to be in an orgainzation to pen a few words and enjoy his rackets.  

After hearing him mumbling, Right steps towards Mr-Lucchese and taps him on the shoulder..

I am sorry for your loss, just as I am sorry for the many people that have lost relatives in the recent war.

As you were mumbling about being unambitious.. Ambition isn't necessarily the thing that gets you killed, I think, after all, oherwise I would be immortal, Right?