Vive la Mafia Italiana!

The funeral today was sad. I didn’t cry, like usual, but everyone else did a little, which made it sad. At least they werent bawling their heads off like people usually do. I guess maybe its because she was so old and everyone knew she was gonna die. Hearing your friends mother screaming as they close his coffin isn’t a pretty sound…

My grandmas funeral was more like a big family reunion actually. Everyone commenting on how much youve grown, and long lost aunts and uncles and cousins seeing eachother for the first time in years.

When we first pulled up into the little church parking lot, there was a Bentley there. I didn’t see why it was such a big deal, but according to my dad no one where we live can afford one, so we were all wondering who it belonged to. After the church service, some scary guy came up to me and my brothers and asked "Hmm, umm.. *stutters* In what relation are you three to Don?" My brother told him he was our grandpa. He said "Okay, you’re my niece and nephews. I’m your uncle, Vincent Kickerillo. Nice to meet you." He shook our hands. And then walked off.  It was strange, and funny.

A minute later my dad walked over to us, and asked who he was and what he said. We told him, and him and my mom got all excited and he asked her if she wanted to go and say hello to him. Weird.

Once we left the church and were sitting in our car, waiting for everyone else so we could head over to the graveyard, my dad watched to see who got into the bentley. Sure enough, it was the scary man and a blond lady with giant sunglasses.

My dad then explained to us who he was. He is, not my uncle, but my great great uncle. My great grandmas younger brother. She was what…99? And he didn’t look more than 65.

Anyway, according to my dad, the guy is a mega-millionaire. He says he got all his money from real estate, because he builds subdivisions and deals with things like that. My dad was all "I wish I couldve shaken his hand, maybe some of his fortune woulda rubbed off on me."

^_^ hehe he touched me, now Im gonna be rich 🙂 lol…dont pay attention to how wrong that sounded.

But cmon…Real estate my ass! Kickerillo?? I bet that guy is the leader of some kind of Italian Mafia. If he is, I am SO joining. So I’m not 100% italian….im still HALF. And Italy is next to spain anyway, so what does it matter?

My brothers and I are the black sheep of my moms side of the family. Everyone is Italian, they all married Italian people, had Italian kids. And here we are…half spanish.

Ooo you know what Ive decided, im gonna marry an Italian guy when Im older 🙂 One whose last name ends in "elli" or "ello" So then I can sound all mafia-ish and important. But I couldnt marry Jesse, because his last name is…well, I should respect his privacy and not say it 🙂 But it doesnt end in elli or ello. Its very non-italian actually. -.- Hmph. Some kinda Italian he is

>>>>WOW. He’s even on websites and stuff. Ha! This is like…the dictionary definition of him.

Vincent D. Kickerillo, a major Houston homebuilder and real estate developer, was born in 1929, the son of an Italian sharecropper.  In 1942 he left the farm in Texas’ Brazos River Bottom near Bryan, to seek his fortune.

Farm?? There was no farm you idiots!! Its the mafia, I tell you! The mafia!!