In this remarkable -- if that's the word I want -- movie death scene, we see a bad guy who isn't easily brought down by karate chops or handguns, though you can tell he doesn't enjoy them, either. (In fact, he's in so much pain that he apparently squeezes the fast-food ketchup packet he's holding in his left hand until it bursts and ruins his turtleneck.) At least he ends up in a comfortable position.
I wonder if this guy was related to Rasputin, who according to legend was poisoned, shot four times, and bludgeoned -- during a single assassination attempt -- but died of drowning. (He'd previously survived being disemboweled.)