Crying Over Spillane'd Milk
I don’t usually quote large portions of articles, but it was tough to know where to stop with this one:
Son of NYC mobster Mickey Spillane falls to death
NEW YORK – The son of murdered Irish mobster Mickey Spillane tumbled out the window of his sixth-floor apartment in a fatal fall Saturday, police and his uncle said.
Robert “Bobby” Spillane, an actor who had roles on television’s “Rescue Me” and “Law & Order,” fell from his Midtown Manhattan apartment in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood near Times Square where his father, not to be confused with the pulp fiction writer of the same name, had run rackets back in the 1960s and 1970s.
No criminality was suspected in Bobby Spillane’s death.
Jim McManus, Spillane’s uncle and a longtime neighborhood power broker, called Spillane’s death a “terribly sad accident.”
“He was the nicest kid in the world,” said McManus, who is a district leader of the McManus Midtown Democratic Association, a political club. “He helped everyone.”
Butting out his cigar, he added: “Nice newspaper you’re running there, be a shame if something happened to it.”
Is “he was leaning against the window screen” the gangster equivalent of “she walked into a door”?
Also, “criminality”? Are we lookin’ at the criminality of this friggin’ mook or what? Let’s stick with “police have no reason to suspect foul play”, or even “the death was an accident.”