The silence that falls over the room is eerily reminiscent of the one that must have filled the Ford Theater some 130 years ago. The Bull sweeps pieces of the vase into an empty KFC bucket. He shakes off the flowers and sets them attractively in a Heineken bottle. Boxes of Lo Mein and Chicken Fingers make the rounds. The aroma of fried food and dried, smoked meat hangs invitingly in the air.
Someone pulls out a bottle of Root Beer Schnapps.
Doo-Dah picks up a shard of the broken vase that he knows will cost each of the buddies at least a couple hundred a piece. This is just the price we pay for living in a free society.