Donny is standing on clouds at the pearly gates. God is at his podium simply saying "shut the fuck up, Donny"

throwing rocks tonight
and for once no one tells me
to shut the fuck up

Donny is the walrus

Donny's hot on the lanes every night, finally gets to yell at Walter, and the Dude gives him the cassette tape of the '77 league championship...

Oh his heaven is surely a bowling alley where every frame is for the championship, he only throws strikes, and Walter and the Dude are constantly asking his advice and opinions on everything.

In Donny's Heaven, he, The Dude, and Walter are part of a surf/bowling league. They treat him pretty much the same, but the waves are nice.

I like to think that Donny's heaven is a bowling alley, yes, but a peaceful one. Walter doesn't yell at him, but they don't sing his praises, either. When he's up sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses, because otherwise it's not a game. He spends eternity hanging out with his friends, working on his game, and drinking beer.

Oh, and no Germans.

In Donny's heaven, he is Jesus Quintana.

Heaven is indeed a bowling alley, though the lanes are covered in fine oriental carpeting and for some reason, Donny's wearing Walter's vest and yellow-tinged aviator glasses.

"I am the walrus" is playing quietly on the jukebox, on eternal rotation with the rest of The White Album.

At the counter, President Nixon -- on roller skates, of course -- serves an endless supply of in'n'out burgers, cooked animal style with the grilled onions and probably something like miller hi-life.

On the television screens in the bar, a western TV show from the '70s called "Branded" plays on an endless loop.

And for some reason, unbeknownst to Donny, the shelves behind the Saddam Hussein lookalike who mans the shoe counter are filled not with bowling trophies but with coffee cans.

Wow, what a bunch of losers.

coen. not cohen. loser.

Donny is surfing with God.
And bowling with Buddha? That's odd.
He takes no shit from Walter
And his aim doesn't falter,
Rolling strikes while the angles applaud.

Thank you.

Walter and the Dude were always yelling,
though Donny just wished they were rolling.
And when god said "s'up,"
Not "shut the fuck up,"
Childlike in his Theater, Donny was smiling.

Donnie's heaven is a beach, an In & Out Burger, and a bowling alley. People listen to what he has to say, he always knows what's going on, and there isn't a Folgers can in sight.

Donny is finally in his element.

Heaven for Donny is a paradise of rolling waves and glistening lanes. A palace where Walter is kind, the Dude abides and Jackie Treehorn's interactive erotic software is available for all.

Ex-cellent!

Donny gets to heaven and realizes that everyone there is a nihilist. He never knew he was one himself until that very moment. His love for bowling though still continued, eventually working his way through the ranks to win the title of heaven's most valuable player. God even calls him direct now when it comes time to make thunder.

Donny already is in heaven- he's immortalized inside a replica bowling ball, continuing to throw rocks and enjoy In-n-Out each night somewhere in America until DVDs go out of style.

Dude, his heaven looks like Leo Carillo. Duh.

He's being fucked in the ass by a stranger.

Donnie's heaven is and endless supply of In & Out burgers whereby he can eternally stuff them in Walter's mouth while smashing him in the nuts with a bowling ball.

The response to "Am
I wrong?" Would be, "Yes, you are.
And Donny is right."

Donny's Heaven is kinda the same.
Drinking orange Slice and playing his game.
There the alley's just a few blocks,
Where he eternally throws nothing but rocks,
And finally gets a shirt with his name.

Donny out to sea
Just throwing rocks in heaven
On God's bowling league.

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