"I am sorry, babe. There's some things I have to say. I've only got a few moments left. I am sorry for all the things I'll never give you. I'll never buy you another meatball sub with extra sauce. That was a big one. I'll never make you smile. I just wanted us to be old together. Two old farts laughing at each other as our bodies fell apart. Together at the end. By that lake in your painting. That was our heaven, see? There's lots of things to miss. Books, naps, kisses... and fights. Oh, God, we had some great ones! Thank you for those. Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for every time I failed you. Especially this one." P.S. Watching this film again, I kept wondering: what if they were already in hell all along? Could he have chosen otherwise — to just let things be? Can you really be happy when someone you love is hurting? Or maybe it's just a cruel, sadistic joke — and not heaven at all?