Anyway, Walter goes upstairs to see Peter, and I guess this show can only do so much, but they can't make Joshua Jackson and his constant stubble look eight years old. Young Peter is awake in bed, and Walter puts on a little false cheeriness as he tells Peter that he's supposed to be getting some rest. Peter's trying to do that trick where you roll a coin across your knuckles. He hasn't quite got it, so Walter (or a hand double) demonstrates, and then gives the coin back to Peter, who does a better job than before. Peter weakly tells his dad that he wants his dad to have his lucky silver dollar if he dies. Walter's all, "Peter..." but Peter says, "It's OK. I'm not scared." Walter then promises that nothing's going to happen to him, and he should get some rest. "Wake me for dinner? I don't wanna miss it," whispers Peter, and Walter says Peter's not going to miss anything, and they hug, but Peter's arm just flops off of Walter's back. He's gone. Wow, Dr. Bishop. You're bad at this.
Walter realizes what has happened, and lays his lifeless son back down on the bed, and John Noble provides us with the first of a few clips that should land him the Emmy for this season, retroactively for last season, and possibly give him enough credit to just give him next year's Emmy already, for GOD'S sake. I don't know how much of it is because I'm a parent, and how much is because I'm a big baby (the following movies, which in no way constitute a full list, make me tear up: Eight Below, whenever a dog dies, or you think one has; Monsters, Inc., when Sully says goodbye to Boo and she opens the closet and he's gone; Toy Story 2, when Jessie falls under the bed as Emily has her first slumber party and eventually winds up in a box on the side of the road), but I found the room getting dusty more than once or twice this episode. Walter trembles as he presses his forehead against his son's.
Then we're at the graveyard (we pan across an overgrown tombstone belonging to "--inia --ters," as near as I can tell. Just in case it's important), and it looks like the only attendees are Walter and Elizabeth, Carla, and Nina Sharp, whose hair is a lot longer than it will be 25 years from now. We don't hear what the priest is saying, just listen to the minor piano chords as the coffin is lowered into the grave. Carla and Nina step away as Elizabeth starts to break down, and the gravediggers are like right over the Walters' SHOULDERS for God's sake, like "aren't you done grieving your dead son yet? 'Cause I wouldn't mind getting out of here early tonight if I could. I got a thing." I mean, good GOD.