Mike's putting the cart before the horse . . .

. . . or, in this case, putting the cart before the horse's grandparents, but anyway . . .

How does this strike anyone for a last scene.

Everyone has left the (whatever) and gone home. The memories are fresh, the feelings are still strong from (whatever happened). Scene cuts to a back view of a man in a cowboy hat, sitting at a laptop on the back veranda of a horse farm. A voice over reads as he types about (whatever). The scene flashes to a dozen or so people, not the characters, reading as he types, then typing in their reactions.

And what would be really cool would be if those unknown people were us, as ourselves, in whatever place we usually type from.