Doc was a good sloth, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and camaro iroc z’s, and as a sloth he explored the courts of the midwest, from Fort Smith to El Paso and... up to... Lincoln. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Boulder, at Ames, at College Station. These young men gave their lives. And so would Doc. Doc, who loved slothing. And so, Kenneth Doc Sadler, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Devaney Center, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
More a eulogy than on obit.
