Fin
A small, retro microphone rises out of a deserted plain in front of a veiled figure flanked by a suitable number of dragons. The figure lifts gauntlet-obscured hands to the hood and throws it back to reveal that the figure is none other than George R. R. Martin. He smiles one of those little half smiles of his and chuckles. He’s wearing that beret he likes so much. Clearing his throat and pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, George begins, “And now, for a look back at those we’ve lost.”
Another hooded figure strolls up next to George with a large, leather-bound tome, and, with every name spoken by George, the figure turns to a page with a beautifully-drawn image of said character who had passed away tragically at some point in the series. Then, when the names had all been read, the hooded figure and George would lock arms and sing, “My Way”--made popular by Frank Sinatra. I smell an Emmy.