Settle up our bills, get our goods back into the shrunken luggage bags. Like it or not, they were going to send us out of this life to make way for others waiting to follow. We had had our chance. There would be photos and evidences of our having been here. Those who cared for us feigned sadness at our departures, even as they cleaned up our space for the next residents.
Life goes on.
We had ours. The goods we brought aboard were sent off into the unknown darkness. You can t take it with you, they said. But you must give account for it as you pass into the world from which you came. Over so soon, before we knew it.