David Carradine, 1936–20095 Jun 2009 / Paul Epps
Alas, poor Carradine! I knew him, Horatio. A couple of years ago I was walking through the international terminal at LAX, picking up my family on a flight from Bangkok, when I heard a voice behind me: “This is David Carradine.”
I turned and it was Carradine, talking on a cell phone! A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy!
The rest is silence . . .