...rode the six hundred.

[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]