Robert: [clears throat] Death... the final goodbye. The ultimate toodle-oo. Or maybe death is not the end. Maybe it's a beginning. Perhaps, it's the ultimate howdy-do.
Ray: Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?
Robert: What's the matter, Ray, too deep for you?
Ray: Oh, God.
Debra: Go ahead, Robert.
Robert: You know, I have come to the conclusion that when I die, I would like to die like Pumpernickel. Quietly, painlessly, chocolate fudge pop stuck to the corner of my mouth. For that, my friends, must be a happy death. Aloha, which means goodbye and hello.
Ray: All right.
Robert: Same with shalom.
Ray: Shut up. One meaning.