This past Friday I attended a funeral of my neighbor of 23 years. He was 90 years old. A great guy and gentlemen. This was a mother/daughter house. The grandkids grew up with my daughter. Here's the geek part. We pull up to the cemetary and what do you think pops into my head? Vito's burial. They hand us a rose and here we are listening to the last words and blessings of the priest and I'm thinking of the Godfather. I kept seeing Clemenza throwing his rose on the casket.