Toast

They toasted the past - to large times and small, to friends current and absent, and to shenanigans foolhardy and legendary enough to stand the test of some time. They toasted to each other, the last ones standing, and to the gifts of aging: keener judgment, the ability to roll with random punches, and a mind grown appropriately selective in its sorting habits. They remembered good times and lessons learned, but none of them could remember where they'd put the map (the one with Xs where the bodies were buried).