Hell's Angels are not there because he died masturbating in stockings.
They're there because they dig all that goofy mystical martial arts crap. They fancy themselves modern western shogun warrior poets. They get themselves goofy chinese tatoos and write bad poems about their imaginary blackbelts and guys they had to kill for fear of losing face.
RIP Grasshopper.
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RIP Grasshopper (just please, please don't be a kink role model for teens who don't need to die your death)
Oh well, at least he died doing what he enjoyed most.