Talk about irony.
David Carradine offs himself in the one city that one never needs to do the Onan thing in.
E@L has correctly assessed this one.
Like Carradine couldn’t score something better than the dopamine rush of an anoxic jerk-off in the cupboard – and how ironic? He pulls himself to death in Bangkok, city of thousand ways to lose your load!
When I was a young junior officer, on my first cruise-which I not so affectionately refer to as the voyage of the damned-a young Sailor decided to try the same thing. In a catapult arresting gear engine room. At 3-4 AM. Same result. Naked body found dangling from an overhead steam pipe. Multiple adult magazines spread out on the deck below the chair he used to get up on.
Somebody had to explain the reason to me-I was that unschooled in the ways of true pervervison then.
Didn’t make any sense then.
Still doesn’t now.
Plus explaining it to his grieving mother was probably not the easiest thing to do for the V-2 officer, as I recall.