Steve was a good actor, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors… and acting, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and… up to… Pismo. He was punched, like so many young men of his generation, he was assaulted before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Steve. Steve, who loved acting. And so, Steven Vincent Buscemi, 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.