The My name's Sean, and I'm from Ireland. To cut a long story short, I used to take part in amateur

boxing fights, hoping to break into the professional circuit. But to keep protein on my plate in

between bouts, I used to work for a private security firm and my home city of Dublin. I thought

it had all be on the doors, like being a bouncer,

but as it turned out, there was more to private security than throwing drunks out of bars.

That was a lot of what the job consisted of. Don't get me wrong. But every so often, we get a job

that was a bit out of the ordinary. For example, I had to guard a place of worship at one

point because some absolute tools were camped out trying to intimidate the people going in

and out. We got hired to guard a nursery once, too, if you can believe that, because some mental

case had come around threatening the kids and the guarday couldn't get hold of them. But without a doubt,

the most memorable and most unusual event I was ever asked to provide security for was a funeral.

But not just any funeral. It was for the boss of one of Dublin's biggest crime families. I'm not joking.

This was back in 1991, when I was just 23 and by that time,

I'd gotten used to getting the occasional weird job. But when my boss told me that we were to

guard a funeral one Friday morning in September, I couldn't help but ask him for more details.

It wasn't just me either. Everyone had their questions about it.

Then when our boss filled us in, we could barely believe our eyes. I doubt anyone listening to this

would recognize the name, but if you were alive in Dublin around then, and I said the Fitsies,

then you're definitely going to know who I'm talking about. Anyway, Big

Fits had kicked the bucket, as you know, and he was going in the ground that Friday morning,

and since the family was quite easily the wildest in all of Ireland, the big man's funeral

needed many security guards. I believed it, too, a family that mental and violent with all that booze and grief in

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