At Judge Frank Caprio’s funeral, the chapel was heavy with sorrow. Joyce E. Caprio sat in the front row, her hands trembling as her gaze lingered on the casket of her beloved husband. When Plácido Domingo slowly rose, the air shifted—his presence noble yet tender. With every step, he carried not the grandeur of a world stage, but the warmth of a friend. His gentle words and comforting embrace offered Joyce a moment of solace amidst the overwhelming grief.