Here’s how Fishele died. Vomiting bright red blood over his tan, leather-wrapped steering wheel of his pearl-white BMW with gold trim on the way to his restaurant. Exsanguinating, he pulled over on Monroe Avenue in Brighton and called 911. DOA in the ER. Forty years old and bloodless, four liters short.

Here’s how Fishele died. At the restaurant his parents bought him (after prison for drug running, after he bankrupt the grocery…