Call me a frigid ice queen (go ahead, everyone does), but I’m not into kinky stuff in the bedroom. Some people are laughing heartily at this—I’ll just say sex is one of those topics I don’t talk about without booze in my system, so moving on.
According to the AP, David Carradine’s death sounds like auto-erotic asphyxiation:
The body of American actor David Carradine, best known for the 1970s TV series “Kung Fu,” was found in a hotel room closet with a rope tied to his neck and genitals, and his death may have been caused by accidental suffocation, Thai police said Friday.
If Carradine were in his 20’s or 30’s, I could see this as being embarassing. But the guy was 72. By 72, you’ve done everything. I’m happy his libido was still running. I’m just sorry it may have killed him.
Am I alone in thinking this wasn’t the worst way to go out at 72?
While I agree it’s good he wasn’t suffering from a prolonged illness or injury, it’s an embarrassing way to go. It could make for some hilarious epitaphs though.
It certainly led to one of the better SFGate comments I’ve come across…
“Whether it was suicide, accident, or murder, it is clear that he died in some sort of kinky sex ritual. That’s actually pretty cool for a guy in his seventies.”
I think that’s a ballsier way of putting how I feel about the whole thing too.