If any of you ever find my naked corpse hanging from a noose with another loop tied around my genitals, please, please, cut me down, dress me, and lay me on the floor as if I'd just had a heart attack or something before you call the police.
It's probably a merciful thing that David Carradine has died, because if he hadn't, he'd surely be dying of embarrassment right now.
Addendum, 6/11/09: The NY Post reported this morning that Carradine was wearing fishnet stockings and a wig when he was found. (Friends: please remove those too.)
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