The world has ended, life is no more, civilization is no more.
One survivor , Struggling to feed themselves finds a single can of tomato paste. In their infinite memory of misfortune they remember a singular stroke of luck. Months ago, The survivor had also picked up some pasta elsewhere. Using the absolute last of their supplies the survivor lights a fire, boils water, and makes what would probably be their last meal. The moment they are about to eat the first bites of what may very well be the last bit of food any human ingests. All of the ghosts of every Italian ever join forces to slap his food to the ground. With one last “I’m Italian and this isn’t how we make it” the specter pinches it’s whole hand and dissipates into nothing.
Humanity knows it’s last defeat.