"My name is Father Styx and I am offering my services for his funeral." The rather smug looking priest said.
"Let me consider it, Father." Speedwagon replied.
But Pucci entered the office.
"Oh HELL NO, What the hell this fool doin' here?! Dio is my boy! I'm the one who deserves to sprinkle his ass with holy water, not this fuck!" Pucci pointed at the other priest.
"I don't think people will appreciate that mouth of yours, Enrico Pucci." Styx turned to him.
"You better call me Father too, Styx. I know his ass, he a punk who uses religion to earn greens! Now I ain't no saint but atleast I don't throw away my principles to get cash!" Pucci told Robert.
"I-IS THAT TRUE?!" Speedwagon asked in horror.
"Don't believe his nonsense, Mr. Speedwagon! After all, he IS a CONVICT. And cons... Are good with lies." Styx whispered menacingly, what he didn't take in to account that Pucci is a convict who can talk the talk and walk the walk.
Pucci whipped out a pistol and aimed it at his head, terrifying the two other men.
"Woah, woah, hey!" Styx stuttered in fear.
"IMMA TELL YOU SOMETHING, YOU GOT IT WRONG. I AIN'T GOOD WITH LIES, BUT WHAT I'M GOOD AT IS MAKING PEOPLE LIKE YOU LIE DOWN FOREVER!" Pucci said with anger in his voice.
"H-HOLD ON A MINUTE, FATHER PUCCI! LETS TALK ABOUT THIS!" Speedwagon said as Styx started crying in fear.
"Both of us, are children of the Lord! But the difference between us is, I can make you meet Him with a push of a button! SO WHAT YOU SAY FOOL, YOU STILL TALKIN SHIT, OR WHAT?!" Pucci shouted.
"I'M NOT! I'M NOT! YOU WIN! I'LL NEVER SHOW MY FACE HERE AGAIN!" Styx shrieked before getting thrown to the door by Pucci.
The not so smug priest opened the door and high tailed it out of there for his life.
"GET OUT HERE, WITH YOUR BITCH ASS! AND YOU BETTER PRAY THOSE LEGS OF YOURS CAN CARRY YOU FASTER THAN MY BULLET! BANG!" Pucci said as he shot the floor next to the running man, causing him to scream like a girl and fall flat on his face.
Pucci turned to Robert, who had his arms up.
"Look, Rob. This my nigga dead right here, I've gotta be the one to do it, why are you hiring other locs for this?" Pucci asked. "M-M-Mr. Zeppeli suggested it! Saying you're t-t-t-too foul mouthed!" Robert stuttered.
"Man, don't listen to him! He a shady fool!" Pucci groaned.
A few days has passed...
Dio Brando
Status: Deceased.
There were surprisingly a ton of people to pay respects.
"DIO-HO-HOOOO!" Polpo cried as Diavolo awkwardly tried to pat the large man's back.
"Why do we have to lose him too..?" Tarkus asked his companion. "I don't know... But this week has been exhausting..." Bruford replied tiredly.
. . .
"He was a kind man, an OG. He bailed your boy out a few times from the joint." Pucci said as mass was in session.
"Is he even allowed to say that..?" William asked Robert next to him, who was crying.
"We were born in sin, and we die by sin. And Dio, is a regular nigga like everyone else."
"There he goes." William rolled his eyes.
"Lord above, I'm hollering at you. We don't know about your infinite mysteries, but we know that you'll show mercy to our dog." Pucci preached.
. . .
"Coach, its not very modest to smoke inside a church." Caesar tapped her shoulder. Lisa Lisa glared at him.
"I-I mean nothing by it..!" The young man said but Lisa Lisa stood up and left.
. . .
The homily was interrupted as Ghiaccio barged in, barely restrained by Formaggio and Illuso.
"GODDAMN IT!" The ex NHL player screamed as he scrambled forward. "Ghiaccio, man! What the fuck is wrong with you, this is a wake!" Formaggio yelled.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE LIKE THAT, HUH?!" Ghiaccio screamed.
"That is enough!" Illuso said but he was dragged on.
Ghiaccio advances towards the coffin.
"Bro, what is you doin'? You interrupting my shit!" Pucci whined but Frostbite ignored him.
"GET UP AND FIGHT ME! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SETTLE THE SCORE, RIGHT?! FUCK YOU!" Ghiaccio tried to punch the sleeping Dio but he was restrained by other members of La Squadra.
"You're embarrassing." Risotto said as he gripped his forearma tightly.
"LET ME GO, RICE!" Ghiaccio said.
"I got his legs!" Pesci said as they carried the grieving man out.
"NO! NOOOOOO!"
"OW! He kicked my nose!"
"Damn, that man fucked up." Pucci muttered before clearing his throat.
. . .
"I didn't expect to see you here." Jotaro said, he was standing outside the church and saw Kars in a trench coat.
"I could say the same for you, you killed him after all." Kars replied. "I didn't. There's only one reason he lost. One reason." Jotaro told him.
"He's really prepared."
. . .
"Let us all rise and sing this absolute banger called Our Father-" the priest stopped as he saw someone approaching.
Ciocolatta walked towards Dio's coffin and poured a bottle of Green Tea to his face.
"Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing?! You want me knock yo ass out?!" Pucci screamed as he shoved the doctor away.
"I thought it might ressurect him. It's the thing that kept him alive after all." Ciocolatta chuckled.
. . .
"Where the hell is Giorno? This is the last day of the wake!" Johnny whispered angrily to his cousin.
"Giorno is not coming." Jonathan said in a serious tone. "What do you mean he is not coming, this is his father..!" Johnny asked once more.
"He is at the gym right now." Jonathan replied.
"And he is not coming for Dio's sake."
. . .
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
"12,120... 12,121..!"
Dio's phone was sitting on a bench next to the young man performing bodyweight squats.
"Listen up, Giorno. If you're hearing this, I am probably dead. But I am a winner atleast AHAHA!"
"12,127..!"
"But seriously, if you want to be like me... If you want to win... Never skip a day of training."
The blond gritted his teeth as he performed countless of reps.
.Drop.
"Your body is well adjusted enough, you can train everyday now without getting injured as long as you take zinc and fish oil."
His legs were burning.
"So you can't miss a day of training..."
"12,156.!"
"Even if your friends die. Hell, even when I die."
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Sweat dropped to the floor along with his tears.
Giorno's mouth wavered, he was weeping as he performed his squats.
"If you show up in my funeral, I will disown you!"
Giorno's legs gave out as he fell on to the ground. Using his fists to support himself, he panted heavily.
"Nggg... Hah..." he heaved as he stood up and walked towards the heavybag. He punched it.
Again.
And again.
"Muda... Muda... MUDA..! MUDA!" His sweat glistened in his knuckles that it slid along the rough surface of the bag, causing his hand to bleed.
He fell on his knees...
"WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!" he screamed as grief still hasn't left his system.
. . .
Now, it was time for his closest friends and family to give their parting words. These following individuals have stepped on the podium.
Pucci: He a real nigga, man. Can't believe he gone, I thought the motherfucker be livin til 120! I hope my boy Peter be taking care of him up the pearly gates. Oh! He better frisk him though! Dio a G he might smuggle some cocaine in there! Ahaha! Imma miss him. See these tears? I'm fucking holding it in! WAAAAHHH!
Speedwagon: -AND SUCH I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH FORMIDABLE RESOLVE! SUCH COURAGE AND VALIANT HONOR! SUCH-
Jotaro: We loathed eachother, but in the end. What united us is our love as fathers.
Gappy: I always thought he was just an arrogant guy. But as the old saying goes "Don't judge a book, cover it."
Stroheim: DIOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
"S-Sir..." Kenpo said as he tried to escort Stroheim away from the mic. "Jesus Christ, you're making a fool out of yourself!" Caesar screamed.
Mista: He was very aggressive and rude sometimes, but he was a good guy, and most of all... He has 3 moles in his ear. Not 4.
Formaggio: I mean... I didn't know him that much personally, but he is someone who sticks up for the little guys and I'm not saying thag because I am vertically challenged! By little guy I meant people who lost or were bullied!
Ghiaccio: AAAAAAAA-
He was restrained by the Ogre Squad for trying to open the coffin to fight Dio.
Johnny: He is annoying, he is loud, he is brash. He reminds me of someone close to me. And I've learned that... People like them... As much as obnoxious they are, they are the friends who have your back.
Kars: ... Tch.
"Wait, you're walking off already?! Say something! Don't just tsk at the mic!" ACDC told him.
Tonpetty: As a father of someone who lost his son to the same reason... I applaud him. He may not be a superstar, an actor or an influencer, but it takes someone special to do the things he did.
Tarkus was unable to speak because he was too busy crying.
Now it was Jonathan's turn to speak. He grasped the mic and looked at the people attending. He tried to offer the doctor the mic but he just waved his hand off dismissively, telling him that being a member of the underworld will expose him to his enemies.
"I am someone who spent my entire life with him. And if I learned one thing from him, its... To always do everything 100%. Never less than that. He was passionate and very determined. Once he said he is gonna do something, its almost good as done. He may not be the perfect sibling." Jonathan smiled at the fond memories "We have our fights here and there, he fooled me a couple of times, he even stole from me! But if I get to start over and choose who my brother is going to be, all I can say is I couldn't ask for a better one. Because he is the best."
. . .
Wamuu stood on top of the church roof, yes really.
He stared at the nightsky as the golden wind blew.
He noticed the amount of people outside the church attending.
"Mommy, why is there a naked man on top of the bulding?"
The man closed his eyes as he became one with the breeze, he spoke "The dead receive more flowers than the living because regret is stronger than gratitude."
The full moon shined brightly as the countless stars above twinkled...
"Wamuu! What the hell are you doing up there?! Get down here, we're going home!" ACDC yelled from below.
. . .
"Do you guys like... Have any contact with Giorno?" Narancia asked. "No. He deactivated his account in everything." Fugo answered solemnly. "Man, that's rough. His dad died in live television." Narancia muttered.
"I'll try to find him." Bruno declared.
. . .
"What..? Why are people..." Rohan asked as his Vaki the Striker manga received alot of negative reviews because he totally ripped it off Dio's endeavors.
It was his downfall.
"Disrespectful! 0/10"
"Man just died and now you're making this shit? -1/10"
"Lmao you suck go kys Fuckyou/10"
The legendary mangaka's run is ending due to this blunder.
. . .
A week flew by as Giorno stood over his grave.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and it was his uncle.
"Lets make him proud." He said, as the young man just nodded.
They both walked towards the car, it was time to go home. Giorno spent the entire week finding out about which land he inherited and making sure his bank account received Dio's fortune.
"By the way, tonight, we're gonna drop you off deep in Mt. Asura. Its 10 miles away from the Everglades." Jonathan told him as he started the engine.
"... What? Why?" Giorno asked.
"To train. And you're staying there until the competition." His uncle said with a smile.
The nephew blinked twice in silence.
"Alone."
"What?!" Giorno almost yelled.
"I'll explain later, you better prepare!"
"I can already tell that the reason is gonna be stupid!"
Dio's chapter is done, but Giorno's story goes on.