Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors… and bowling, and as a surfer, he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and… up to… Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdon, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
Do you remember the post about the man who wants his skull removed, then make his body the process in which they make gems with your ashes or something, then those gems being incrusted in the eyeholes of the skull and put in the middle of the lounge as decoration Whatever will take up the least amount of space and use the least amount of energy. I’m a dead body. I’m nothing, what do I care? Just don’t waste space in the world by having me in a cemetery. Beyond that, don’t care. I guess whatever makes my family feel better.