Mickey wandered into the streets dressed head to toe in white like some kind of demented Colonel Saunders, that Guy who had recently opened a fried Chicken restaurant in Utah. Wheeler wasn't really much good for anything, but one thing he had cottoned onto that had a grain of opportunity behind it was religion. Wheeler's cult was doing well, better than Mickey's floundering legal career that's for sure. The FBN weren't very good at tracking down criminals, hauling them in and getting the charges to stick, however, they were half decent at killing folks. Every day there were a handful of individuals in the obituaries with the dreaded "Dishonourably Discharged" tag beside their name, meaning that Cityhall had authorized their death, no trial, no jury, no judge, just an executioner. And unless you were an undertaker you can't make money from a dead man. Or could you? The Christian Churches had been making billions for nigh on 2,000 years from a dead man which brought us back to Wheeler.

Mickey himself bore a lot of similarities to Jesus. Both had come from supposed humble backgrounds, that really were anything but humble. You see Joseph was a Carpenter supposedly, and when you think carpenter you think of a simple craftsman with simple tools making bowls and stools and the like. But the truth is the original Greek verse used the word 'Tekton', more accurately rendered as Craftsman. Of course a carpenter is certainly a craftsman, however, the main construction material used in Israel at the time was actually stone. In fact, Nazareth was only three miles from the ancient town of Zippori, or Sepphoris as it was called at the time. During the reign of Herod, Zippori was undergoing a massive rejuvenation and development program, that would see the vaunted Jewish Historian Josephus describe it as the jewel of Galilee. Every tekton for miles around would have been employed in that project. Likely Jesus and his brothers, James, Joseph, John and Judas, would have worked there too, following the old man as a Master Mason, it it was likely that Joseph was a master Mason as he would have been in his 40s when he married Mary. Jewish Tradition states that Marriage was usually between people of a similar age, Mary about 14 or 15 and Joseph about 18. However according to the Protoevangelium of James, a 2nd century proto Gospel according to the apostle James, Joseph was a Widower with adult children of his own. These Children may not have been mentioned in the bible, but they may also have been the aforementioned James, Joseph, John and Judas. We do know that by the time Jesus started his ministry Joseph was dead and Mary was in her late 40s, still in the prime of her life following her Son around Israel.

Mickey himself followed in his Father's footsteps, a Lawyer in his own right, and his Mother was a B-List Mexican Actress with whom his father had a dalliance with. He too had a half brother, Harry Bosch, the son of a prostitute his father had impregnated a dozen years before Mickey's mother. His own father, an older man, was also dead when Mickey started his career. Mickey was surprised he had never noticed the similarities before. Jesus had 12 disciples, which dropped to 11 after Judas allegedly hanged himself, Mickey himself had 11 followers in his crew after Constipated disserted him to set up his own family in South Side. Both men had died a violent death and were risen from the dead 3 days later. Jesus of course had died at Easter hadn't he? Well of course he didn't. He died at 3pm on Friday 3rd April 33AD. Mickey of course having been raised as Catholic could tell you a very good reason why he knew the exact time and date of Jesus' death, and would happily explain that to anyone who sent him a check for $250,000 with a note asking for the explanation, but for the purposes of this exposition was totally unnecessary. Mickey himself had died at 1:36am on Wednesday 26th March 1955. Jesus rose 3 days later on Easter Sunday... and Mickey on the Friday. So, if co-opting the celebration of the Germanic Goddess Ēostre was good enough for the early Christians (actually it wasn't, Passover is celebrated on the 15th Nisan, the 4th Jewish month, and so early Christians commemorated the Death of Jesus on the 15th of the Month of Ēostre [Ēosturmōnaþ], the 4th month of the Old English, Germanic and Anglo-Saxon Calendar in the 5th and 6th centuries until it was changed to April by both the Julian and Gregorian Calendars. However Ēosturmōnaþ takes its name from the Goddess Ēostre). So if it was good enough for the Christians, it was good enough for Mickey.

"Greetings my friends, it is I, J Michael Haller. I come to you today to inform you of a Celebration that we in Chicago and Detroit shall be observing going forward, and we will call this celebration Nuada. I had the choice to create a fixed date for this celebration, but I thought it would seem altogether more mysterious to have a moving celebration, therefore, I have decided to set this celebration each year on the first Friday following the first full moon following the March Equinox. There is no particular reason for this other than to appear more mysterious, and any resemblance of this celebration and other celebrations is purely accidental. As anyone who has been around for any length of time at all will probably know, myself and some others died a short while ago. Due to my impact and relevance to you all, the Gods saw fit to resurrect me just 3 days later. In fact many in Chicago and Detroit were so bereft at my death that they themselves died. Some of you may scoff, and in fact I would advise you to scoff, I do not condone blind worship, but these events are facts of our life. I was killed for my teachings by Dominick, who was advised by his counsellors to shoot me, despite me being seemingly a good guy (his words, not mine), and 3 days later I rose from the dead, not as a Zombie, a Mummy, a wight, a spectre, a spook, a Vampire, a Ghost, a poltergeist,  or the like, but as a living breathing man, to walk amongst you and continue my ministry. 

If you are touched... by my story, and wish to join us in our joyous celebration of life overcoming death, then there are a few ways you can get involved. Friday is a day of fasting. So everything you do, must be done fast. Drive fast, live fast, apologise to your wife and explain you will make it up to her next week as it is Nuada. That kind of thing. Saturday, referred to as Wholly Saturday, so named because the whole day is Saturday will be a day of reflection, and will be an excuse to watching sports and getting drunk. In fact this is all you may do for the whole of Saturday. Finally we come to the celebration of my resurrection, Nuada Sunday. Sunday will be a day for you to tell your children sanitised stories of my life, but more than that you get to confuse them with images of the Nuada Platypus who travels the land handing out tiny piglets and moulded heart shaped Black Puddings. Don't ask me what Platypuses (or Platypi if you prefer, both are acceptable), Piglets and Black pudding has to do with my resurrection, but hence forth they do, such is the Mystery of Faith (see, there's that word Mystery again.) 

So please, one and all, celebrate my resurrection on this joyous occasion, and remember to buy your loved ones Nuada Platypuses and Black pudding for Sunday. For I am the Weigh, the tooth and the light beer. No one approaches the Court except through me. Who so ever believeth in me shall have legal counsel ever lasting, and will not taste death by electric chair, but shall have 25 to life instead."

Smiling beatifically, Mickey took out a Morley^TM and lit it, turning slightly so the ash didn't blow back on his resplendent white suit.