House comes to Ezra's room and tells him the diagnosis. Ezra doesn't believe House until he says it's a terminal case. "Congratulations!" Ezra says, smiling, "you got your answer." Yay, you get to die now! Sweet!
Music montage! Ezra gasps for breath. House pops pills. Cameron spends more time in the Shower Stall of Her Discontent. The music continues into the next morning. House comes to work to find a present on his desk: a brand new calendar. A date has been circled and "six months...and counting" is written over it in what is supposed to be teenage girl handwriting. Wow, that girl comes on strong. You'd think she would've sent a more interesting calendar than "Fresno by night" though. Like maybe some Robert Mapplethorp photos or Georgia O'Keefe paintings. Cuddy comes to his office to tell him that Ezra died last night, although she's sure House knew about that already. He didn't. Cuddy angrily notes that at 2 in the morning, Ezra was stable. At 2:30, he suddenly died. House asks Cuddy if she really wants to know if he was involved with this or not. She doesn't.
An anonymous nurse cleans Ezra up and put a blanket over him, erasing any doubt that someone put him into a coma again. He's dead. And just who is responsible?
Angel of Death Cameron cries her eyes out in the chapel. A hand squeezes her on the shoulder. It's House. "I'm proud of you," he says, as much as it pains him to actually have to admit it. Well, it's good that he's proud of her. I'm not -- if Ezra wanted to die so badly, he should have sucked it up and done it himself. He certainly seemed healthy enough to. Instead, Cameron gets to feel like shit for killing him. Way to make finally make a decision, though, Cameron. That's one of the few decisions that you can't take back, so it's totally reasonable and normal that she'd be able to make it after twenty-hours of no sleep and hearing a few people's opinions. What an upper of an episode that was.