The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be such a merciless man. People would scurry at the mention of The Machete.
Meanwhile, the rest of Luigi’s family, the Marchetti, made their living running a successful Italian restaurant.
The Marchettis knew nothing of Luigi’s operations. They disowned him after Luigi changed his last name and Luigi decided it’s time for revenge.
That night, as his parents were counting the day’s gross profit, Luigi and his associates walked in. One of them held his hand open, demanding money. “Get out!” Mr. Marchetti ordered.
Luigi coughed and recited from a paper. “The Marchetti family borrowed 5-grand 5 years ago and we’re demanding to be repaid now.”
“No!” His father cried, “we did no such thing.”
“Are you denying the charges?” Luigi said expressionless.
“You’re damn right I am.”
Luigi pulled out a machete. “Very well.” A high pitch scream later, his parents laid side-by-side, head no longer attached to their bodies. Remorselessly, he said, “Rest in peace.”