A note is left on Ramon's pillow in Spain. There's a (oh man such a cliché) single long-stemmed red rose next to it, as well as a rectangular package wrapped in white and silver paper.
The odds makers in Vegas are tearing up the betting tickets even now, as the chances of me living to thirty one were at about a thousand to one earlier this year.
Of course, I could still get hit by a bus tomorrow, so ya never know. Don't give up hope yet, you crazy gamblers.