Donnie was a good bowler, and a good man. He was...He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer explored the beaches of southern California from Redondo to Calabassos. And he was an avid bowler. And a good friend. He died -- he died as so many of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom you took him, Lord. As you took so many birght flowering young men, at Khe San and Lan Doc (voice rising) AND HILL 364! These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny...who...who loved bowling. (Walter clears his voice). And so, Theodore -- Donald--Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, (Walter gives a slight shrug) we commit your mortal remains to the bosom of (Walter is peeling the plastic lid off the coffee can)the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. (as he shakes out the ashes) Goodnight, sweet prince. (The wind has blown all of the ashes into the Dude, standing just to the side of and behind Walter. The Dude stands, frozen. Finished eulogizing, Walter looks back) Shit, I'm sorry Dude. (Walter starts to brush off the Dude with his hands) (Dude speaks) Goddamnit Walter! You fucking asshole! (Walter speaks) Dude! Dude, I'm sorry! (The Dude is near tears and speaks) You make everything a fucking travesty! (Walter) Dude, I'm -- it was an accident! (Dude, shoving Walter) What about that shit about Vietnam? (Walter) I'm sorry--- (Dude) What the fuck does Vietnam have to do with anything! What the fuck were you talking about?!? (Walter) Shit Dude, I'm sorry--(Dude) You're a fuck, Walter! (Walter wraps his arms around the Dude) Awww, fuck it Dude. Let's go bowling.
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