As the coffin is carried from the hearse, the two rows of trees lining the avenue suddenly part and tilt over. The coffin is carried forward into the crematorium, and the small pond slides to the side revealing the entrance to the small chapel. As we enter the chapel, we see the curtains discretely hiding the entrance to the furnace. The music we all know and love begins, and slowly but surely the curtains part, allowing the mighty coffin to slide gently into its ultimate resting position. The music stops, and we hear the final countdown.
5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1
Thunderbirds are gone.