As it turns out, death is not quite the end. Stace is reborn. Appropriate to how she lived, Stace returns as a seagull.

"SQUAWK!" Stace cries, from delight, before descending onto that very same beach and noticing all the chips she can pluck from the perches of unsuspecting tourists without paying a penny.

Unfortunately, as Stace returns to the ocean to consume her horde, a plastic chip packet wraps itself around her neck. It's me, I am the plastic, and I squeeze tighter and tighter until she can't chew or swallow or breathe.