When Virgilio Cintron keeled over dead in his apartment in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood of New York, his roommate James P. O’Hare and a friend, David J. Dalaia, propped up the corpse in an office chair and wheeled it down the sidewalk to the Pay-O-Matic on Ninth Avenue, where they attempted to cash the man’s $355 Social Security check. They left Virgilio on the sidewalk outside while they presented the check to a clerk, only to be told that Virgilio would have to cash the check himself. By that time he was leaning at an odd angle and a crowd had gathered, dooming his attempt to pass for quick.