JBHuskers
11-10-2011, 03:08 PM
:D :D this is great....
http://www.cracked.com/article_19513_the-6-most-poorly-thought-out-attempts-at-insurance-fraud.html
Especially the last one:
#1. Iron Mike Malloy and the Murder Trust
Mike Malloy was a homeless immigrant in New York City in the 1920 and '30s. He frequently stumbled into a certain bar where he eventually had the misfortune of running into four severely crazy people.
There was Anthony Marino (the tavern's owner), Bartender Joe Murphy, an undertaker named Frank Pasqua and his friend Dan Kriesberg. These four men would come together to hatch a plan centered entirely around Mike Malloy, or more specifically centered around his death.
The four, who would later be dubbed "The Murder Trust" by the media, easily tricked Malloy into signing three different life insurance policies they had taken out on him. The plan was to just wait for him to die, which seemed inevitable, as the middle-aged homeless sauce hound already had one foot wedged firmly in death's door frame. Hoping to speed up the process a little, Malloy was given an open tab at the bar, and he took advantage of the opportunity to attempt several records in alcohol consumption.
However, Malloy proved to be a bit more durable than expected, and in fact his health seemed to improve. The gang then added antifreeze to Malloy's free drinks, but after a week the old drunk showed no ill effects. So they tried adding turpentine to the mix, still with no results.
Deciding enough was enough, the four served him shots filled with horse liniment and rat poison and fed him a sandwich made with spoiled sardines, carpenter's tacks and metal shavings. Malloy eventually passed out. They dragged him outside in the New York winter cold, took off his clothes, tossed him into a snow bank and dumped water on him to ice him over. This would kill pretty much anyone.
Or so they thought, right up until Malloy stumbled back into the bar the next night, looking better than they had ever seen him before. Growing desperate, the Trust's next move was to hire a cab driver to run Malloy down. The deed was done and Malloy was left lying in the street as the conspirators ran from the scene, eagerly awaiting the morning newspaper's obituary section to take to the insurance companies. After a few days had passed with no official news or proof of Malloy's death, the impatience of the Murder Trust reached a new level and they abandoned whatever tenuous grip on sanity they once had. They found another random homeless drunk and ran him over, stuffing his pockets with identification papers that would lead the authorities to assume that he was Mike Malloy.
The man survived, however, and three weeks later, Mike Malloy himself wandered back into the bar, complaining about a headache and sore shoulder that he had no idea how he received, and asked for a drink.
Sadly, the Murder Trust would finally succeed in bringing down Iron Mike by resorting to straight-up hands-on homicide, shoving a gas line down his throat after he passed, leaving absolutely no room for doubt or plausible deniability. All participants involved were quickly implicated and sent to the electric chair at Sing Sing (http://www.correctionhistory.org/html/chronicl/scoc/johnlaw/html/chairfull.html), which killed every single one of them on the first try.
http://www.cracked.com/article_19513_the-6-most-poorly-thought-out-attempts-at-insurance-fraud.html
Especially the last one:
#1. Iron Mike Malloy and the Murder Trust
Mike Malloy was a homeless immigrant in New York City in the 1920 and '30s. He frequently stumbled into a certain bar where he eventually had the misfortune of running into four severely crazy people.
There was Anthony Marino (the tavern's owner), Bartender Joe Murphy, an undertaker named Frank Pasqua and his friend Dan Kriesberg. These four men would come together to hatch a plan centered entirely around Mike Malloy, or more specifically centered around his death.
The four, who would later be dubbed "The Murder Trust" by the media, easily tricked Malloy into signing three different life insurance policies they had taken out on him. The plan was to just wait for him to die, which seemed inevitable, as the middle-aged homeless sauce hound already had one foot wedged firmly in death's door frame. Hoping to speed up the process a little, Malloy was given an open tab at the bar, and he took advantage of the opportunity to attempt several records in alcohol consumption.
However, Malloy proved to be a bit more durable than expected, and in fact his health seemed to improve. The gang then added antifreeze to Malloy's free drinks, but after a week the old drunk showed no ill effects. So they tried adding turpentine to the mix, still with no results.
Deciding enough was enough, the four served him shots filled with horse liniment and rat poison and fed him a sandwich made with spoiled sardines, carpenter's tacks and metal shavings. Malloy eventually passed out. They dragged him outside in the New York winter cold, took off his clothes, tossed him into a snow bank and dumped water on him to ice him over. This would kill pretty much anyone.
Or so they thought, right up until Malloy stumbled back into the bar the next night, looking better than they had ever seen him before. Growing desperate, the Trust's next move was to hire a cab driver to run Malloy down. The deed was done and Malloy was left lying in the street as the conspirators ran from the scene, eagerly awaiting the morning newspaper's obituary section to take to the insurance companies. After a few days had passed with no official news or proof of Malloy's death, the impatience of the Murder Trust reached a new level and they abandoned whatever tenuous grip on sanity they once had. They found another random homeless drunk and ran him over, stuffing his pockets with identification papers that would lead the authorities to assume that he was Mike Malloy.
The man survived, however, and three weeks later, Mike Malloy himself wandered back into the bar, complaining about a headache and sore shoulder that he had no idea how he received, and asked for a drink.
Sadly, the Murder Trust would finally succeed in bringing down Iron Mike by resorting to straight-up hands-on homicide, shoving a gas line down his throat after he passed, leaving absolutely no room for doubt or plausible deniability. All participants involved were quickly implicated and sent to the electric chair at Sing Sing (http://www.correctionhistory.org/html/chronicl/scoc/johnlaw/html/chairfull.html), which killed every single one of them on the first try.