When I go, I want a huge funeral parade in downtown Chicago. I want all the gangs and all the cops out there on the street to give a last respectful salute. I want cryin' apes, monkeys, and humans lined up by the thousands, and truckloads of flowers and bananas. I want a funeral oration by some of my best buddies and most worthy opponents. I wanta go out in style, but I'm not sure if it's better to die in bed with weepin' dames around on all sides...or to go down in a hail of bullets...

Hmmm. I gotta think about that.

Well, the fact is, ya never know when you're gonna go, so we'll just have to wait and see.

- Chongo