Former Celeb Stockbroker and Alleged Inspiration For Leo's 'Wolf Of Wall Street' Role Found Dead In NYC
Dana Giacchetto, a “stockbroker to the stars,” has died at 53. We talked to him in 2014 https://t.co/waaVmfgHab pic.twitter.com/nMqDx0WNXh
— VICE (@VICE) June 14, 2016
Fox News — A former stockbroker to the stars, said to have given inspiration to Leonardo DiCaprio for his performance in The Wolf Of Wall Street, has been found dead at 53.
Dana Giacchetto, who became famous in the 1990s for providing financial services to a string of celebrities, was discovered face up in his bed on Sunday, foaming at the mouth, according to the New York Daily News.
He was regularly photographed with the likes of DiCaprio, Cameron Diaz, Ben Affleck and Matt Damon at the height of his success.
But, after he was investigated for stealing millions from others in order to prop up the portfolios of some of his famous friends, he was taken to court.
He received a four-and-a-half-year jail sentence in 2001 after pleading guilty to fraud involving $9m of his clients’ money.
This is the tradeoff, right? You get to run with Leo and fraudulently move millions of dollars but then you just die. You’ll have fun, meet cool people, run where the grass is greener, take some sweet photos…
According to Vice News, which interviewed him in 2014, Mr Giacchetto kept a suitcase of photos of his time partying with DiCaprio…
…but then one day far before your time you just die. That’s how it works. You can’t just simply live like Leonardo DiCaprio without being Leonardo DiCaprio and get away with it. Not forever. There’s only one person that can live like the biggest movie star on the planet and that’s not you. So of course this is how it ends:
The Daily News reported that he died after a weekend of partying, during which witnesses said he got into a scuffle with nightclub security guards.
It’s sad but it’s true. Everything in this life is a tradeoff. You want to eat a plastic Dunkin breakfast sandwich for breakfast, a Chipotle burrito for lunch, and Domino’s pizza for dinner? Fine, but you’re going to be gross. You want to drink a bunch of beers and rip shots at the bar on Tuesday night? Fine, but you’re going to suck at your job and get fired Wednesday.
And you want to party with Leo all throughout your 30s and 40s? Fine, but you’re going to die at 53… foaming at the mouth in your NYC apartment after a weekend of scuffling with bouncers. That’s the tradeoff.