What a d**h! What a chance! What a surprise! My will has chosen life!? Still, it has had me spooked and many others besides! (Epilogue) I teach piano now in Nelson. George has fashioned me a metal finger tip. I am quite the town freak which satisfies! I am learning to speak. My sound is still so bad I feel ashamed. I practice only when I'm alone and it is dark. At night, I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there, everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is -- it is mine. (As the camera continued to pull back, Ada was seen dead, still tied to the piano.) There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be. In the cold grave under the deep deep sea. (Thomas Hood quote)