Beautiful shot of Ben silhouetted against the sky as more vultures circle above him. Jonesy stares at the camera with one un-tarred eye, and wheezes.

And then one scene from Jonesy's life passes before his, um, eye. I hate this part. I think it's cheesy and boring. So Jonesy sees himself throwing a pitch in the middle of the desert. We hear a crowd faintly, and an umpire calls, "Ball three!" The coach and catcher step onto the mound. The coach says, "Bases loaded, three walks in a row. You're done, Jonesy." Jonesy says he can get one more strike. The coach gets echoey as he says, "You walk this guy, you walk home." The coach and catcher leave. Jonesy shakes off the catcher like he's Nuke LaLoosh, and then finally throws the pitch. We go into blur-o-vision as the umpire announces, "Strike three!" And the crowd goes wild. Jonesy jumps around happily. God, I hate sports.

Jonesy mumbles incoherently, and Ben tells him, "Don't try to talk." Ben sits down on the ground and lowers his head as the vultures circle lower and lower. One lands a short distance away. Seriously, this is faster than driving to Cheyenne? It's almost sunset now.