Guns, sell that shit to a busload of Jap tourists. If Palumbo was at death's door you'd be at your pc salivating, your 5 and a half incher would be erect, your "fuck you" tat would be glistening with sweat from your increased adrenalin.
In fact, you couldn't resist using Derek's second death as a chance to get another shot in at the nubain-lovin freak that stalks the corridors of your mind.
Get off your high horse and stick another pin in your Palumbo voodoo doll.