And here, the whole gang has assembled for their own last supper. The spot they've chosen is right off a postcard, with the palm tree, the old prop plane pulling the banner encouraging passerby (passersunder?) to eat dead animals, and the mustachioed chef (Woody?) serving them all.
The cow offers a toast ("To death!), they all eat well, and then they're all well eaten. Good food, good friends, good-bye.
The perfect end to a perfect