What is a hero? Is it someone who saves lives? Who gives the masses inspiration? Perhaps it is nothing more than a vivid delusion shared by everyone and agreed upon only because the concept wishes to exist. Who is to deny something that wants to exist, anyways? That is why, even through all of the odds of being technically impossible, that one of the peaches in the basket decided to one day open its eyes and give off the largest of yawns. This peach? Well they were sassy, and they were sentient, and they... were related to a hero.

"Gnoch, are you going to go into hiding? There's a rogue about! People suspect he's from a line who would want to shoot you." 

"Yeah, yeah. I will in a minute, just make sure everyone else is safe first. I'm not calling myself a martyr this early on in the story, but, well, you know... if I die, I kind of am one, right?"

"Yes, of course, you'd be one of the biggest and best martyrs this place has ever seen-- but you're going to live! Just go get some protection and it'll be fine!" 

"I will, just let me finish picking these peaches first... oh no! Ryza! He found me... my life, it is over so soon, but let everyone remember that I am a martyr. A savior. Not to pretend that I am God or anything, but I did just save countless others. This bullet, it hurts so bad... I'm so... so cold... it really is taking me a long time to die though, long enough at least to get all of this exposition out of the way, that's very handy."

The basket of peaches fell to the ground, and the rest is history. 

Also, twigs died too.

"Wow, I'm a fucking peach now. Look at me, being so fucking sassy." 

Before anything else could be said there was another flash of light in the peaches mind, were they getting the old memories of Gnoch?

Twwwwooooodooolooooloooolooooo (that's the magic sound taking us to the rest of the story. Bare with me.)

Just like that the peach saw all of the wonderful things that Gnoch had done throughout his lifetime, like opening up so many different businesses that went directly into ruin because he ran out of steam to continue them, or what about the many times he would wake up and immediately go outside to shoot before walking into the nearest watering hole to take part in the trivia competitions there so that he didn't have to interact with others for weeks at a time.

A tear rolled down from the peaches eye, these memories were so sweet. Also twigs did stuff too, and we can't forget any of that, like, well, this isn't really about him. Rest in peace though, twigs. We miss you. But more importantly, right now, Gnoch was missed most of all and there was a feeling inside of the sassiest peach that just wouldn't go away.

A Poem For Gnoch

You never really said much

and when you did, it was weird

but there's one thing I know about you, dear friend

You also never really cared.

After penning down their feelings into words, the sassies of peaches felt a lot more relaxed, and just as they were about to walk away, another thought bore into their mind. Now they were sitting in an open field, with credits aplenty. Just another fun fact about Gnoch, was that he really loved money, but even more than that, he loved to lose his money in the many casinos, such as the Palms ran by the also now deceased GFC twigs, which is going to be remembered enough, he doesn't need this too; stop adding him to the damn story so much.

There was one last thing for Peach to do before they could finally put these two proud men to rest. They needed to create what would be the ultimate memoriam. 

In Loving Memory:

Godfather Chairman - Twigs

Left Hand - Gnoch

That's it? That's all this rogue managed to kill? Well, damn. I guess he tried his best.

The USS FB, freshest i7 of the 'eadz oh TRA found hisself twix'tuh crossroads on a thoroughfare. A soapbox operator ode'ee'layin down a tune of remembrance struck a chord in the inn'erds of the foolish Wise Guy. He listened and nodded along to the sad song of memories ode'n the past. He knew there were 3 sides to every story. Yours, theirs, and the objective truth. But he couldn't let this song go unappreciated. Clearly the two upper echelon members of the Las Vegas outfit had touched the hearts of their people. A beautiful thing indeed.

I ne'er personally knew the two that t'were gunn'ett down, but I hope their souls find peace on a river of ease'ee'er than down here up in the unknown'n'untold. They sound like wonderful souls.

A prerolled spliff appears in the portersyde kannonhand of the peacock of cruisers on patrol, ol'boyy FartBarf.

As FartBarf came to leave his surprisingly coherent well-wishes, the Peach began a few slides where he would speak about two brave men who died today in glorious battle. While Gnoch was disfigured beyond repair after his death to the amazing rogue Ryza who nearly crippled the entire nation with his... checks notes... two kills, there were still photos from before the attack where his face and muscles were in perfect harmony with the rest of his well-kept body.

As could be seen here in the photo that the Sassiest of Peaches put up.

The next photo was one of twigs this time, as he hanged tall with the best of them in another photo that would be placed right on the memoriam steps so that everyone could remember what he looked like during simpler times. But, just to remind everyone of the somber nature of what had happened today, there was one last thing to do:

Let this be a reminder that two powerful men died today, one, a strong and physically abled left hand from the crew of Justice, where he served for many a days as his proud left hand; and second, twigs, who wasn't a man, but carried himself like one to the point where sometimes you would be surprised.

A picture of the wonderful funeral procession for twigs was then placed as the last photo, since of course Gnoch was no longer recognizable after he heroically saved everyone from death by putting himself in harms way. May he never be forgotten. What a hunk.

MAY WE NEVER FORGET GNOCH

and to TreeBeard's old CL

Now that the peach had finally put both of these men to rest for good, they could move on in their life and hopefully create a name for themselves in this big, bad world that we call the mafia.