The doctor looks up my insurance and frowns, thoughtfully. "Oh, that's too bad. It says here that this entire universe is predicated on entropy and despair. It says here that legislators gathered in a whirling abyss and wrote a proclamation that nothing can be done. It's all right here in your account information."

"Huh," I say.

"And there's a note from your previous doctor that every atom in your body was born from stars and wants to leave you again... just wants you to dissipate. So..."

"Dang."

[And... SCENE.]