Lou Costello, the roly-poly comic whose heart was as big as his girth, died yesterday afternoon of a heart attack in Doctors Hospital, Beverly Hills, three days before his 53rd birthday.
He had been confined to the hospital since last Wednesday when he collapsed at his apartment, 4222 Ethel Ave., while watching television.
With him at the time of his death was one of three private nurses who maintained a constant watch on the comic.
Slumps Onto Pillow
"He said he wanted to turn over on his side," she told Eddie Sherman, Lou's manager for the last 23 years. "He said 'I think I'll be more comfortable.' Before I could reach him he...