Gilligan sits on the beach, staring as always at the empty horizon.
He gnaws the last few pieces of meat from the Skipper’s thigh bone, then tosses it into the pile where it lands beside Mr. Howell’s skull.
Or was it Mrs. Howell’s? It’s so hard to tell them apart anymore.
He begins to drop the Skipper’s hat into the fire, but stops before letting go. He grins, uses the hat to whack himself in the head, then tosses it into the flames.