In a possibly ironic twist of fate, one of late actor David Carradine’s final films centered around suicide.

In My Suicide, the late actor plays a wise old man described as “the poet of death,” who counsels a high schooler (Gabriel Sunday) who’s contemplating killing himself.

One scene features Carradine delivering a lengthy monologue, trying to explain to the teen boy that he should “kill” off the parts of himself he doesn’t like rather than committing suicide.

A producer of the film is nonprofit Regenerate Films, which is dedicated to preventing teen suicide.

The film won Best Picture at the Berlin Film Festival as well as Best Picture and Best Actor (for Sunday) at the Gen art festival in NYC. A release date for the film has not yet been set.

Details around Carradine’s death remain sketchy. The actor was found naked in a closet in a Bangkok hotel with a rope tied around his neck, wrists, and genitals. His family have asked the FBI to investigate whether or not the actor’s death was a suicide, but many continue to speculate that he died while performing an act of auto erotic asphyxiation.

According to papers filed by his ex-wife during 2003 divorce proceedings, Carradine had a history of indulging in “potentially deadly” kinky sex acts. She also claims that he would grope her and encourage her to flash strangers in public, and carried on a long term incestuous relationship with a “very close relative”.

File this right up there with “Walking in on Your Parents Having Sex” under “More Things You Wish You Didn’t Know.”

John Mayer once again took to Twitter to talk about a very broad, very important (to him) topic: things he doesn’t know anything about.

Twittered Mayer, “I’ve never seen Twilight. It seems as if there are 90 lead actors I don’t know in this film? Tug Tillis, Boan Joaner, Jared Vorak.”
Who the hell is Boan Joaner? I think Tug Tillis was a major league baseball pitcher in the 70′s?

Mayer had better watch out. In case he doesn’t know, the internet is basically run by Stephenie Meyer and her hordes of devotees, who will enact swift and painful vengeance upon all who cross them, as 4channers discovered in the XKCD comic below:

Who knew Randy Jackson had a son! A son who looks just like him, no less!

Randy hit up the Lakers game last night with son Jordan Jackson.

So cute!

Here’s Lindsay Lohan leaving The Cuckoo Club in London last night. The jokes just write themselves from there, folks.

Says Dr. Drew Pinsky, about Lindsay, in a recent interview:

“I’m convinced that she’ll get sober one day. But I’m afraid that between now and then, she may get a nearly mortal wound of some type. I’m really convinced that something horrible is going to have to happen to her before she really gets over it and embraces sobriety. She needs to give it up. And it’s going to be a while before she does. I have this image that she’s going to lose a limb or something before she does. And it scares me.”

It scares me too!!! Come on, Lindsay. When is enough going to be enough? Looking at a photo of myself with my self-tanner this messed up would be enough to scare me sober. Aren’t you releasing a line of self-tanners? You should really at least apply yours evenly before heading out.

New video for Madonna to help get us all psyched for her upcoming summer tour.

What a fun video! It’s strangely uplifting.

Paging Law & Order! I hope you’re getting to work on this ripped-from-the-headlines script, because there are some fascinating development in the mysterious death of David Carradine:

Now we know why David Carradine’s family thinks foul play may have been involved in the actors death — his manager tells us Carradine was found with his hands tied behind his back.

Chuck Binder, Carradine’s manager, tells us he firmly believes Carradine did not take his own life — nor does he think David died accidentally. Binder says the family has been told Carradine’s hands were immobilized by the rope.

Carradine was found by a hotel maid Thursday morning with a rope tied around his neck and another around his genitals in a Bangkok hotel room.

The Thai police are now admitting that his death may not have been a suicide, although they say there is no evidence of anyone else in the room at the time of his death. The theory, of course, is that Carradine was engaging in autoerotic asphyxiation, a dangerous kind of sex play.

Pornthip Rojanasunand, director of Thailand’s Central Institute of Forensic Science, said the circumstances suggested that Carradine may have died performing auto-erotic asphyxiation, which is said to result in a form of giddiness and euphoria — similar to alcohol or drug intoxication — that enhances the sexual experience.

“In some cases it can suggest murder, too. But sometimes when the victim is naked and in bondage, it can suggest that the victim is doing it to himself,” said Pornthip, who is considered the country’s top criminal forensics expert but who did not take part in the autopsy. “If you hang yourself by the neck, you don’t need so much pressure to kill yourself. Those who get highly sexually aroused tend to forget this fact.”

Oh, man. I just don’t know what to say about this. From what I’ve heard, I’m gonna go ahead and back the autoerotic asphyxiation theory. It’s not at all uncommon for this kind of sex play to result in accidental death. My guess, though, is that there was someone else in the room with him, who bolted after David died. The suicide theory doesn’t make sense here — no one kills themselves with a rope around their genitals.