Chris was a Weaver and a good man. He was...he was one of us. He was a man who loved quoting movies, and Budweiser, and as a painter he explored the homes and businesses of Central and Southeastern Kentucky from London to Lexington, and up to Louisville. He died.. he died as so many young men of his generation before his time, and in your wisdom, Lord, you took him. Just as you took so many bright, flowering young men at Khe San, and Lan Doc, and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives, and so did Chris. Chris who loved movies. And movie quotes. And so, Christopher Weaver. In accordance with what I think your dying wishes might well have been....I’m going to watch The Big Lebowski, have a tasty bourbon in the home you gave a green light, maybe have a few burgers, a few laughs, and undoubtedly shed at least a handful of tears at your early departure. Goodnight, sweet prince.