An old Mafia don lies sick on his death bed, his family gathered around.
The old man lifts his head, and turns to his 12-year-old grandson:
“Vinny, mya boy, I’m a die. I givva you mya pearl-handled .38 revolver.”
Vinny, never shy, says, “Thank you, grandfather — but I’d rather have your Rolex watch.”
The old man lies quiet for a moment.
“Vinny, youa good-a-lookina boy.”
“Somma day you grow up, havva lotta money, marry you-a beautiful-a girl.”
“You havva lotta beautiful-a children like-a me.”
“You-a big-a man in-a Organization, you know?”
‘Then one-a day you comma home, you finda you wife, she a sleepin’ in you bed with another-a man.”
“So what-a you-a gonna do?”
“Looka ata you watch and say, ‘Time’s a up???”