"Flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end?" This prescient lyric from the amaranthine Nelly Furtado serves as a solemn reminder that no one — not even the most talented or accomplished thespians among us — are immune from the tragic dénouements of this sublunary world. As the notorious bard once spoke, "Two blocks, both alike in dignity, In fair Tetris, where we lay our scene." Thank you. The end.