Pardon me... 
 Can someone pick me up off the floor? I seem to have slipped in the puddle of tears I've created. 
 Sniffle. 
 I both love and hate the epilogue of books. There is no way to encompass all of the information you want about the future of the characters, yet you'd be left to wonder endlessly without the little tidbits you do get. And oh, do they hurt...