The Geo was a good bowler, and a good man.
He, He was one of us.
He was a car who loved the outdoors.
And bowling.
And as a surfer, he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carillo and up to Pismo.
He died, he died as so many young men of his generation, before his time.
In your wisdom, lord, you took him.
As you took so many bright flowering young men at Ke Song, at Lon Doc, and Hill 364.
These young men gave their lives, and so did the Geo.
The Geo who loved bowling.
And so,
1990 Geo Prizm,
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.
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