As JJ48 completed his journey through the Stanley Parable, he realized that this would mean saying good-bye to the Bucket. The Bucket, who had always been there for him. The Bucket, who had joined him on his journey through all the ups and downs. The Bucket, who had saved his life on countless occasions. A tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of leaving this faithful companion.
"Don't cry," said the Bucket, though its own eyes would have been rather moist as well, if they had existed, "It's better this way. You have other games to play, and I...well, I can't even begin to list all that I have to do!"
"Huh?" asked JJ48, his curiosity overcoming his grief, "Just what sort of responsibilities does a bucket have, anyway?"
"Oh! We're involved all over! Without buckets, a bucket truck wouldn't be so special!. Without buckets, Charlie from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory wouldn't have a last name! And you certainly couldn't have buckets of fun without buckets to hold all the fun you're having! You likely pass by countless buckets every day without even realizing it! After all," and here, the bucket gave the closest thing its galvanized exterior could manage to a smile, "Everything is a bucket."