Giotto was relaxing; in nice, hot warm bathwater.
He'd had a good day collecting protection money for the family.
Giotto closed his eyes for a moment, but that moment was all it took.
He only briefly saw the hand that held the still-plugged-in eclectic heater above the water and saw a guy who he did not recognise.
"Let's see how hot you like your bathwater Giotto!"
Then the electric fire dropped into the bathtub and Giotto splashed about noisily in the water for a few seconds
Too bad, Giotto.
Next time don't... oops sorry, there won't *be* a next time!
In Memoriam: RIP: Giotto