When the Wind Blows

[dying of radiation poisoning]

Hilda: Shall we... pray, dear?

Jim: Pray?

Hilda: Yes.

Jim: All right then... But... to who?

Hilda: God, of course.

Jim: Oh, oh, oh, I see... Yes, yes... Would that be the correct thing?

Hilda: It can't do any harm, dear.

Jim: Ok, um... Here it goes... Dear sir...

Hilda: No, that's wrong, dear.

Jim: Well, uh... How, how do you start?

Hilda: Our God...

Jim: -our help, in ages past...

Hilda: That's it, dear. Keep it up.

Jim: Almighty and most merciful father...

Hilda: That's good.

Jim: Dearly beloved... we are gathered... unto thee. I shall fear no evil. Thy rod and thy staff comfort me all the days of my life.

[beginning to suffocate]

Jim: Lay me down in green pastures... I... I can't remember anymore.

Hilda: That was nice, dear. I liked the bit about the green pastures.

Jim: Oh, yes, yes. Into the valley of the shadow of death...

Hilda: Oh, no more love. No more.

Jim: ...rode the six hundred.

[they die]