So David Carradine hangs himself in Bangkok...

...and all anybody can remember of his entire body of work is Kung Fu.

Which is kinda...well...Okay, I remember one really good cowboy outlaw flick where he's a gang leader or something and they all get shot up at the end. And a bunch of really shitty movies. And a Kung Fu remake far, far more unwatchable than the original. And, er, nothing else. So yeah, Kung Fu.

My favorite Kung Fu moment:

Caine is faced with yet another bunch of racist hillbillies, bent on beating the shit out of him for no apparent reason. He responds, as always, by calmly going into a zenlike flashback.

My older brother shouts at the television, "Clobber him now, Homer! When he comes out of his nod, he's murder!"