Donny 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 La Jolla to Leo Carrillo. And he was an avid bowler. And a good friend. He died-he died as soon as many of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom you took him, lord. As you took so many bright flowering young men, at Khe San, Lan Doc, and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny who… who loved bowling.

And so, Theodore—Donald—Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Goodnight Sweet Prince.