We'd attach some importance to the final thing you say or do, like you really saw it coming. But in this case, it is not a kindly deed or a pleasant thought - just a mix of pain and terror. So we'll just focus on that scene like the others didn't mean anything or fade to black just like the last.
We wonder - who did it this time?
On a slab in pathology, sliced up weighing Everything seems to be in order here. Except the tearful woman who we can't allow inside the room to say goodbye to you this last time.