When I was a kid, I spent the weekend at my grandpa's house. It was fun for the first day, but the second day I missed my mom and dad and started crying, so my grandpa said, "stop crying, or I'll give you something to cry about." But I couldn't stop crying, so Grandpa told me about The Holocaust.
Most stories end with a bang or a whimper.
Old Yeller has both covered.
Have you read the book about anti-gravity?
Much like that one book, Old Yeller, it's pretty damn hard to put down.