[dying of radiation poisoning]
Hilda:
Shall we... pray, dear?
Jim:
Pray?
Hilda:
Yes.
Jim:
All right then... But... to who?
Hilda:
God, of course.
Jim:
Oh, oh, oh, I see... Yes, yes... Would that be the correct thing?
Hilda:
It can't do any harm, dear.
Jim:
Ok, um... Here it goes... Dear sir...
Hilda:
No, that's wrong, dear.
Jim:
Well, uh... How, how do you start?
Hilda:
Our God...
Jim:
-our help, in ages past...
Hilda:
That's it, dear. Keep it up.
Jim:
Almighty and most merciful father...
Hilda:
That's good.
Jim:
Dearly beloved... we are gathered... unto thee. I shall fear no evil. Thy rod and thy staff comfort me all the days of my life.
[beginning to suffocate]
Jim:
Lay me down in green pastures... I... I can't remember anymore.
Hilda:
That was nice, dear. I liked the bit about the green pastures.
Jim:
Oh, yes, yes. Into the valley of the shadow of death...
Hilda:
Oh, no more love. No more.
Jim:
...rode the six hundred.
[they die]
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