Every now and then, man kind takes several moments to refrain from his unrestrained and incorrigible bouts of utter debauchery and casual depilation to ponder the meaning of the greater beyond. Where do we come from? Why are we here? And, more importantly, who is paying our gas bill? Why do we always get mail for Robert Holmes, who lives on a street with our name, but one single zip code digit removed. More importantly, why do we never forward that mail to Mr. Holmes, even when it proclaims in bold red letters that it is urgent. These questions and others only begin to chip at the iceberg of the pantheon of our query into the meaning of life. For your existential pleasure and/or displeasure, Boat Safety Films takes a short and scenic look into just that query. Please forward this link to Mr. Holmes.