TheTripleDeuce takes a long drag on his cigar before speaking his mind as he walks the streets

I hope those who passed have found peace, and I hope those who pushed them into an early retirement are able to take a long, hard look at themselves, go through some introspection, and ask, "Did I take things too far?"

I know I did what I could to help remedy the situation as best I could, but did those who knew the people who wound up in the casket do everything they could to stop the preceding events? I can only speak to what I did, because I'm not a mind reader, and I cannot speak to the dead.

TheTripleDeuce takes a long drag on the cigar making sure the ember on the end is nice and hot before tossing it into a dry looking shrub on the side of the walkway sparking the Burning Bush to life

Well look at that, I wonder if that has any meaning to it, coulda swore I heard a preacher somewhere speak about a burning bush

Enricho turned and followed @TheTrippleDeuce after catching a few words of his pondering thoughts, he followed within Mr. Deuce's vision.It almost seemed as though Mr. Deuce was talking to Enricho by the end of his elegant thoughts.

"Excuse me, Mr. Deuce. If it isn't too much to spare a moment to give you something more to ponder?" It seemed as though Mr. Deuce was giving Enricho his attention after setting the bush ablaze, but no response was given. With that moment, Enricho continued, "Funerals are for the living and many believe they're meant only for those close to the individual who moved on from this life. However, we always hold our funerals for the public to join and say their peace. Some may have reflected and found a remorseful tone, other's hold true to their beliefs of the corpse inside the casket." Enricho lit a cigarette to pause his thoughts, ensuring he said the right thing for the moment with this pause. With a long inhale and a short exhale, he continued with smoke still flowing from his mouth. "I can't begin to understand or know what happened in the time I disappeared, but strong feelings find a way to be heard. If that's swarming a public funeral to spit on a grave, our leaders left that option open with these public funerals." Taking another drag from his cigarette, Enricho finished his address to Mr. Deuce. "From what I can deduce from your words, the reality is easy enough to understand. Someone who made more enemies than friends will have those same enemies show up to spit on their graves. Some of those enemies will hold their tongue, say little to what they hold in their heart and still say: Rest in Peace. We can't start wars over harsh words towards someone who amassed more enemies than friends. That will only kill us all. I am sorry about the loss of your good friend, sir."

Enricho felt as though he was slightly out of line addressing a crew leader the way he just has, so he feigned a farewell by tipping his hat rather than one of his usual sporadic goodbyes. His cigarette went out on it's own as he walked away. Enricho placed it back in his pack and hopped on a train to go up town.