“The Godfather” By Mario Puzo 217
work to do,” he said and she did not dare question him because of the look on his face.
Bonasera went out of the house and walked the few blocks to his funeral parlor.
This building stood by itself on a large lot with a white picket fence running all around it.
There was a narrow roadway leading from the street to the rear, just wide enough for
ambulances and hearses. Bonasera unlocked the gate and left it open. Then he walked
to the rear of the building and entered it through the wide door there. As he did so he
could see mourners already entering the front door of the funeral parlor to pay their
respects to the current corpse.
Many years ago when Bonasgra had bought this building from an undertaker planning to
retire, there had been a stoop of about ten steps that mourners had to mount before
entering the funeral parlor. This had posed a problem. Old and crippled mourners
determined to pay their respects had found the steps almost impossible to mount, so the
former undertaker had used the freight elevator for these people, a small metal platform,
that rose out of the ground beside the building. The elevator was for coffins and bodies.
It would descend underground, then rise into the funeral parlor itself, so that a crippled
mourner would find himself rising through the floor beside the coffin as other mourners
moved their black chairs aside to let the elevator rise throngh the trapdoor. Then when
the crippled or aged mourner had finished paying his respects, the elevator would again
come up through the polished floor to take him down and out again.
Amerigo Bonasera had found this solution to the problem upseernly and
penny-pinching. So he had had the front of the building remodeled, the stoop done away
with and a slightly inclining walk put in its place. But of course the elevator was still used
for coffins and corpses.
In the rear of the building, cut off from the funeral parlor and reception rooms by a
massive soundproof door, was the business office, the embalming room, a storeroom
for coffins, and a carefully locked closet holding chemicals and the awful tools of his
trade. Bonasera went to the office, sat at his desk and lit up a Camel,,one of the few
times he had ever smoked in this building. Then he waited for Don Corleone.
He waited with a feeling of the utmost despair. For, he had no doubt as to what services
he would be called upon to perform. For the last year the Corleone Family had waged
war against the five great Mafia Families of New York and the carnage had filled the
newspapers. Many men on both sides had been killed. Now the Corleone Family had
killed somebody so important that they wished to hide his body, make it disappear, and