In the end, Paulie Gualtieri is the ultimate allegory for the American mob. He is loud, cheap, violent, sentimental, and ultimately, hollow. He has no children to carry on his name. He has no wife to mourn him. He has only the memory of the pork store and the faint echo of his own cackle.
He was a soldier. And in the end, he was the only one left standing. Paulie
For six seasons, Tony Soprano was the sun that the entire show orbited around. But Paulie—with his silver pompadour, his cackling laugh, and his pathological fear of ghosts—was the show’s dark, beating heart. He was the living, breathing contradiction of the mobster’s soul: a devout Catholic who would strangle an old woman for her life savings; a loyal soldier who would sell out his boss for a better parking spot. In the end, Paulie Gualtieri is the ultimate
He outlasted Johnny Sack (cancer). He outlasted Phil Leotardo (a car trunk). He outlasted Christopher (the nose). Paulie won the war not through strength, but through a lack of ambition. He never reached too high, so no one ever tried to cut him down. He has no wife to mourn him
He was, and remains, the perfect gangster. Unlike the cerebral Tony or the princely John Sacramoni, Paulie never wanted the throne. He didn’t have the imagination for grand strategy or the patience for diplomacy. Paulie was a creature of the street. He rose through the ranks not through bloodlines (he was, as a hilarious subplot reveals, a "whoo-ah’s" son), but through sheer, terrifying brutality.