Profiling

The two entered the manor, which had been decorated with solemn dignity. Almost everyone present wore black or white, making Harvey Bullock stand out in his police uniform of a light blue shirt and dark blue trousers. Someone came over almost immediately.

"Sergeant Bullock, Father, thank you both for attending my younger brother's funeral." Mario approached them, his face grief-stricken.

"Alas, the good really do die young. I heard your brother had an MBA from Harvard and was a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford. What a terrible loss, for someone so gifted to meet such an end." Roland crossed himself, putting on a sorrowful expression.

"Didn't you say you didn't know him?" Harvey Bullock asked Roland in confusion once Mario had gone to mingle with the other guests.

"Obviously, I did some last-minute homework." Roland patted his shoulder. "You think freeloading is easy?"

"You're a real professional," Harvey Bullock said admiringly.

"Of course. Since I didn't contribute any money, I have to make a decent showing in other ways," Roland said. "To tell you the truth, even if they needed a priest to fill in right now, I could handle it all. Prayers, eulogies, hymns..."

"...Impressive."

"But they clearly don't need one, so I can focus most of my attention on the buffet later." Roland sniffed. "I smell Florentine steak and Sardinian roast suckling pig."

"You really know your stuff." Harvey Bullock copied Roland and sniffed, but he couldn't smell anything.

"I think I have a talent for being a gourmet. Come over sometime, and I'll let you try my cooking."

"Sure."

After the priest offered prayers for the deceased and delivered the eulogy, the next part should have been the viewing.

In the Falcone family's tradition, friends and relatives would kiss the deceased on the cheek as a final farewell,