The Kentile Collins, Clover Club, Smith Street, Brookyn. Look it up.

The two fears that Rich has about death:

Trapped in the subway during a fire or accident, surrounded by small Peruvian women screaming “madre de dios!” as Rich is crushed to death in the ensuing chaos.

Walking across the street, traffic is coming. A cab or bus approaches. Five feet from the curb, the person ahead of Rich comes to an abrupt stop in order to text someone that they are running late for brunch. Rich, involuntarily stopped in front of the approaching vehicle, is run down.