Bud began bowling at 15, married a girl from the place at 20, and spent every free moment of the next fifty years bowling. He died over an annoying spare.
His wife arrived at the alley the day after the funeral. She brought a set of pins painted in the likeness of her husband and had them set up on his favorite lane.
"Wow," one of the patrons said. "She must have really loved Bud."
They watched the bowling ball sail down the lane.
"Strike! Take that you lazy bastard! Set them up again!"
"Or maybe not," the guy decided.
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