World’s funniest mobster, Vincent “The Chin” Gigante, died in prison yesterday.
Yeah, he committed monstrous crimes, but he also wandered around his neighborhood in his bathrobe like a crazy person in order to build a “mental illness” defense to keep him out of prison.
Eventually, he copped to faking it, which added three more years to his sentence.
I guess there’s something admirable in working his way up from crime-boss-driver to crime-boss, if you can apply a Protestant work ethic to the overwhelmingly Catholic world of organized crime.