Ted passes away in the summer, Carol and June by his bedside, although they never speak. There was no heroic leap from the third floor window, although he had thought about it, but he was instead taken by the very diagnosis that had prompted his journey here in the first place. The cancer, which had before only been creeping, seemed to thrive on his lack of survival instincts, the chocolate pecan ice cream, too much daytime TV, and the crisp germ-free air of St. Joseph's.