My wife tells of two friends who, exhausted, fell asleep in a theater halfway through the classic film Doctor Zhivago. As they slept on and on, the last reel finished, the lights came up, and the other members of the audience all left. Finally an usher on the clean-up crew woke them and told them they had to go home.
"But what happened?" they asked in an agony of suspense. "How did it end?"
The attendant gave them perhaps the most concise and accurate synopsis in movie history: "He died. She cried."