To recap, a year ago today, David Carradine was found dead in his hotel room in Bangkok. At the time, he was wearing a wig and fishnet stockings and had a rope tied around his neck with another tied around his genitals, with the two ropes tied together. An independent forensics expert later ruled out suicide (which is strange, because most suicide attempters I know dress in women’s clothes and tie ropes around their d-cks first). Later, his family’s lawyer raised the possibility of “kung fu assassins working in the martial arts underworld.” Ahh yes, the ol’ whack-off ninja theory. They killed Kennedy, I read somewhere.
Which brings us to today. Now Carradine’s wife is filing a lawsuit against the production company of his last movie. Because clearly, when whack-off ninjas attack, it’s the production company that’s to blame.
According to the suit, obtained by TMZ, on the night David died he was supposed to have dinner with the director of the movie he was shooting — “Stretch.” [hee hee! -Ed.] The suit claims the production company assigned an assistant to David who was responsible for his schedule and transportation. Before the dinner, the assistant called David but he didn’t answer. The assistant then left for dinner without David. An hour later, David reached the assistant but was told “they were already across town and David Carradine would have to make his own arrangements that evening.”
David was found naked in a closet in his hotel room, where he died from auto-erotic asphyxiation. The bottom line — the suit claims David — who was only in Bangkok for 3 days — would not have died had the production company fulfilled its obligations and followed industry standards in caring for its star. [TMZ]
She’s right. That PA never should’ve gone to get dinner. He should never have addressed his own hunger or need for lodging while he was waiting on a big star like David Carradine to call him back. Without his incompetence, none of this would’ve happened — the wig, the lingerie, the autoerotic asphyxiation ninja attack; none of it. He may not have directly caused all these things, but as the old saying goes, sometimes you don’t have to hang a man, you just give him enough rope to hang himself and tie the noose around his c*ck while he jerks off with a wig on in a Thai hotel.



I think a good comeback for the PA to use on Carradine’s wife would be, “Go fuck yourself. With a rope. And another rope. And a wig…”
My theory is that the ninjas were just envious of David. He was well hung.
*fffffffffffffart noise*
Wow, has it already been a year since we replaced Jonathan Brandis in all of our inappropriate-but-not-racist hanging jokes?
Since when do movie stars need babysitters?
I mean, Tracy Jordan aside.
It’s so true. I went for lunch last week and Gary Coleman died. I can’t believe I was so inconsiderate.
They’re called “handlers”, Patty, and without them, Heigl’s bloodlust would be all over the news.
Carradine probably would’ve liked being kept on a tight leash.
What’s the big deal. Carradine and I share the same penchant for pre-dinner antics. BTK FUCK YOU OLIVE GARDEN! MAKE ME WAIT WATCH ME BATE!
*the safe word is penne!
Carradine: Where are you guys?
PA: Sorry Mr. Carradine, but you never answered your phone so we left for dinner. Do you want to meet us here?
Carradine: No, that’s ok, I’m just gonna hang out in my room.
David Carradine would have to make his own arrangements that evening
Um, is this not a euphemism jackin’ it? David Carradine was a real man. He couldn’t settle for a simple 30 second clip and a pile of tissues – he needed fucking props.
Make me wait watch me bate is gonna be my new solution for everything that involves queueing up in line.
The fucking bank has no clue what they’re in for. I’ll show them a goddamned rope maze.
Carradine’s dinner arrangement was strictly a scrote and tie affair.
*prays for hung jury*
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED:
Carradine: It’s really nice of you cowboys letting me eat with you after I got left behind by my assistant.
Cowboy 1: It’s our pleasure.
Cowboy 2: Hey, it looks like we’re out of Pace® Picante Sauce.
Carradine: I’ve got some sauce.
Cowboy 1: Hey wait, mango chutney salsa….what is this?
Carradine: It’s salsa, what’s the difference?
Cowboy 2: Hey, it says here this stuff is made in New York City.
Cowboys: NEW YORK CITY?!?!?!?
Cowboy 3: Get a rope……….and a wig………and some stockings.
Donk, everyone knows that Katherine Heigl is a fun vampire who sucks the joy out of everything. Her handlers must suck.
Nah, Patty, they keep her pretty well occupied by making Aaliyah jokes around her.
TOO SOON.
*the safe word is penne!
Carradine died because he kept screaming Panini. That is the exact reason that I always use my mother’s maiden name as my safe word.
I wish they would engrave that picture on his tombstone.
Thai’ing one on without eating dinner first really fucks me up, too.
In Bangkok for three days, so you pack a wig and fishnets for the trip ? I call Shenanigans
INXS is calling bullshit on this one.
I took a vacation to Bangkok for three days once. It looked like Slimer had done some pcp and tried to catch the unicorn running through the walls.