An old Italian man wrote this letter to his Mafia member son in prison:
Dear Vincenzo,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I am getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the garden for me.
Love, Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his incarcerated son.
Dear Papa,
I'd do anything for you Papa, except dig up that garden. That's where I buried all of the bodies.
Love, Vinnie
At 4 am the next morning, FBI and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
The same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under these difficult circumstances.
Love,
Your Son Vinnie.
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