Kill Bill, David Carradine, and the Meaning of Life.

Like a lot of Americans, I've been reading accounts of the death of actor David Carradine. Like a lot of trailing-edge Baby Boomers, I watched him in Kung Fu. Like a lot of Quentin Tarantino fans, I watched him in Kill Bill. The details of his death, and the conclusions to be drawn from the details, are apparently still evolving, but he clearly he died alone and far from home. He died like his television character lived. He died like lots of folks live. Here's to you, David.

For the rest of us, here's the last five or six minutes of Kill Bill, Vol. 2. If you haven't seen the movie, and intend to see it, you probably ought not to watch this clip just yet (and, you ought see it. Cool soundtrack, cool action, and cool visuals- just what you'd expect from Quentin Tarantino- in what turns out to be a relationship movie. Who knew?):