The hospital delivered the news: Corey was gone. Rick and Chumlee were heartbroken.
Outside, a shimmering ghost Harley appeared, with Corey astride it, looking peaceful and young. He nodded, gave a final thumbs-up, and revved the ethereal bike.
Chumlee, through tears, whispered, "He's going for a ride, Old Man."
Corey's spirit-bike ascended, leaving a trail of stardust. Rick and Chumlee watched him ride into the infinite, a beacon of light against the heavens. Corey was gone, but truly, he was just on his greatest adventure, forever free on his ghost Harley to the stars.