@Skumbag stepped out into the middle South Las Vegas Boulevard. He brought out the soapbox and placed it on the floor. He took a step onto it.

"May I have your attention, please. Please. Please, settle down. Lend me your ears. I stand before you today, with the permission of our very own Godfather - Chairman @Indifference of Las Vegas. I've been granted authority to set up what I believe to be an important milestone not only for Las Vegas or our entire nation, but for this thing of ours. I've gone ahead and established Dead Man's Union," Skumbag paused, gaining the attention of the crowd. 

"Here's the deal...let's have an open and honest conversation about this thing of ours. Sooner or later, death comes for us all. We are all dead men, whether we choose to accept that reality or not. So I say, let us form a coalition of brothers and sisters, where we can bring reasoning and understanding to the table. I strongly believe that when we put our heads together and speak with reason, rather than emotion, we can keep death at the doorstep. I'm not foolish, he'll get through the door eventually. But let us break bread and drink wine, enjoy our supper and family before he makes it through the metaphorical door..." Skumbag could only hope that his fellow mobsters would take his message to heart: We can all live long and prosper, if we should choose not to reaction on emotion, but on reasoning and have having made diligent decisions.

Dead Man's Union welcomes all mobsters, regardless of their past, who are interested in a clean slate.