A. I'm really gonna miss him.
B. Me too. A. These sheets are nice. B. So is this bottle of scotch. A. Unopened. B. Said he was saving it. A. For what? B. A special occasion. A. This bottle's over forty years old. B. Look at this place, almost everything is in perfect condition. A. I remember it'd take him ten minutes to pull a poster off the wall, took him even longer to put it up. B. I don't want to sell this place. A. We have to. B. But all of his stuff, his memories...it'll all be gone. A. He's gone. No use holding on to it. Like he held onto all this stuff. Didn't even use half of it. B. It's still his stuff. This is him. What about his boat? You want to throw that out, too? Remember all the times he took us fishing? A. That brand new boat sitting out in the yard, collecting rust like old stamps? The boat we used to fish in is long gone. This thing, he was too afraid of tearing it up to even take it out on the water. B. Nothing wrong with wanting your stuff to last a long time. He didn't want to trash it. Sure kept it looking nice...for the most part. A. But he never used it. B. Exactly, and you want to get rid of it. A. I'm not going to use it. Are you? B. No. A. We're selling it. B. No, we're not. A. Yes, we are. B. You are not selling dad's boat! A. You have no attachment to this boat. Hell, he barely had an attachment to it. B. I can't believe you. A. What is good keeping this boat going to do? B. We can keep him close. You just want to sell everything and move on. Get rid of him. Forget about him. and that's that. A. I don't want to "get rid of him." I love him. B. You sure don't act like it. A. I remember ever single fishing trip we ever had. I remember the early mornings, the dry sandwiches, the wind blowing in our faces so hard we almost suffocated. I remember catching fish, I remember not catching fish and being bored out of my mind. I remember the confrontation with that pissed off otter, I remember it all, I'll never forget any of it. And that's how I'll remember dad, not by some goddamn boat parked in the driveway, but by what we actually did. Beat. B. We can sell the boat. A. Thank you. B. Do you think dad'll be pissed? A. No. Wanna crack this bottle? Shot for pops? B. But he was saving it. A. For the perfect moment, I know. If this isn't the time, when's it gonna be? B grabs a couple shot glasses. They pour. B. To dad. A. To dad. And to life. B. To life. They drink. END
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