They enter the bedroom as an old couple and exit the house as 20-something-year-olds.
Under the street light two houses down George takes a small box out of his pocket, opens it, and pushes a button. The earth shakes violently, opens up, and their Florida home disappears into a deep sinkhole.
With tears tracking down her cheeks Margaret says, “Well that is the end of life ninety-four.”
George sighs deeply, takes her hand, and whispers, “Immortality’s a bitch.”