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Outside
the
gates
of
the
mall
were
the
newspapermen
and
photographers
and
a
small
truck
that
was
known
to
contain
FBI
men
with
their
movie
cameras
recording
this
epic
.
Some
newspapermen
who
tried
to
crash
the
funeral
inside
found
that
the
gate
and
fence
were
manned
with
security
guards
who
demanded
identification
and
an
invitation
card
.
And
though
they
were
treated
with
the
utmost
courtesy
,
refreshment
sent
out
to
them
,
they
were
not
permitted
inside
.
They
tried
to
speak
with
some
of
the
people
coming
out
but
were
met
with
stony
stares
and
not
a
syllable
.
Michael
Corleone
spent
most
of
the
day
in
the
corner
library
room
with
Kay
,
Tom
Hagen
and
Freddie
.
People
were
ushered
in
to
see
him
,
to
offer
their
condolences
.
Michael
received
them
with
all
courtesy
even
when
some
of
them
addressed
him
as
Godfather
or
Don
Michael
,
only
Kay
noticing
his
lips
tighten
with
displeasure
.
Clemenza
and
Tessio
came
to
join
this
inner
circle
and
Michael
personally
served
them
with
a
drink
.
There
was
some
gossip
of
business
.
Michael
informed
them
that
the
mall
and
all
its
houses
were
to
be
sold
to
a
development
and
construction
company
.
At
an
enormous
profit
,
still
another
proof
of
the
great
Don
's
genius
.
They
all
understood
that
now
the
whole
empire
would
be
in
the
West
.
That
the
Corleone
Family
would
liquidate
its
power
in
New
York
.
Such
action
had
been
awaiting
the
retirement
or
death
of
the
Don
.
It
was
nearly
ten
years
since
there
had
been
such
a
celebration
of
people
in
this
house
,
nearly
ten
years
since
the
wedding
of
Constanzia
Corleone
and
Carlo
Rizzi
,
so
somebody
said
.
Michael
walked
to
the
window
that
looked
out
on
the
garden
.
That
long
time
ago
he
had
sat
in
the
garden
with
Kay
never
dreaming
that
so
curious
a
destiny
was
to
be
his
.
And
his
father
dying
had
said
,
"
Life
is
so
beautiful
.
"
Michael
could
never
remember
his
father
ever
having
uttered
a
word
about
death
,
as
if
the
Don
respected
death
too
much
to
philosophize
about
it
.
It
was
time
for
the
cemetery
.
It
was
time
to
bury
the
great
Don
.
Michael
linked
his
arm
with
Kay
's
and
went
out
into
the
garden
to
join
the
host
of
mourners
.
Behind
him
came
the
caporegimes
followed
by
their
soldiers
and
then
all
the
humble
people
the
Godfather
had
blessed
during
his
lifetime
.
The
baker
Nazorine
,
the
widow
Colombo
and
her
sons
and
all
the
countless
others
of
his
world
he
had
ruled
so
firmly
but
justly
.
There
were
even
some
who
had
been
his
enemies
,
come
to
do
him
honor
.
Michael
observed
all
this
with
a
tight
,
polite
smile
.
He
was
not
impressed
.
Yet
,
he
thought
,
if
I
can
die
saying
,
"
Life
is
so
beautiful
,
"
then
nothing
else
is
important
.
If
I
can
believe
in
myself
that
much
,
nothing
else
matters
.
He
would
follow
his
father
.
He
would
care
for
his
children
,
his
family
,
his
world
.
But
his
children
would
grow
in
a
different
world
.
They
would
be
doctors
,
artists
,
scientists
.
Governors
.
Presidents
.
Anything
at
all
.
He
would
see
to
it
that
they
joined
the
general
family
of
humanity
,
but
he
,
as
a
powerful
and
prudent
parent
would
most
certainly
keep
a
wary
eye
on
that
general
family
.
On
the
morning
after
the
funeral
,
all
the
most
important
officials
of
the
Corleone
Family
assembled
on
the
mall
.
Shortly
before
noon
they
were
admitted
into
the
empty
house
of
the
Don
.
Michael
Corleone
received
them
.
