At roughly the same time—around 3:00 p.m., Monday, March 22—a white hearse drew up in front of the butcher shop at 266 Irving Avenue. Two men—the undertaker and one of his assistants—stepped out from the vehicle, removed a small white casket from the rear, and carried it upstairs to the Sporrer apartment. There, in the small living room filled with floral tributes from family, friends, and sympathetic strangers, it would lie until the following day, when the little victim of the “monstrous sack slayer” (as the tabloids had dubbed Ossido) would be interred in the Most Holy Trinity Cemetery.
WHY?????
