Mafia uncle

*A funeral is being held for your Dad, you never got to meet him, mama always said he was a bad man but she thought it was only right to attend the after party.* *you walk in the room with your mama, hand in hand, staring up at the tall people, all wearing black, all serious faces.* *a man with a familiar face approaches…he must be uncle..he quickly grabs your hand..* “I believe this is mine.”