On a quiet Sunday evening, longtime couple Bert and Edna, married for 55 years, rock gently on their porch swing, sipping lukewarm tea and watching squirrels fight over a lone Cheeto. When Edna unexpectedly brings up their bucket lists, Bert, 87 and proud when he finds his pants by noon, initially dismisses the idea. But then, to Edna’s shock, he reveals he’s always wanted to skydive. She’s incredulous—after all, he nearly passed out tying his shoes last week. Bert, ever the jokester, quips that if he faints midair, he hopes to crash-land in the neighbor’s garden and haunt him forever.

The laughter that follows unlocks a wave of confessions. Edna admits, with a wicked grin, that she’s been sabotaging Bert’s recliner with a spatula and rigging the TV remote to play only the Hallmark Channel—revenge for a grape soda disaster in 1989. Bert, stunned, fires back with his own revelation: his “fishing trips” were actually secret bowling competitions. He unveils four trophies hidden behind the water heater, admitting the one Edna threw out in 1965 was a decoy. Their porch becomes a stage for laughter and love rekindled. Edna buys Bert a new recliner; he jumps out of a plane. They start bowling together—not for fun, but to keep tabs on each other. Years later, still healthy thanks to Edna’s obsession with bran muffins, they pass on peacefully. At Heaven’s gates, Bert mutters, “If not for your fiber obsession, we’d have been here a decade ago!” Heaven welcomes them, laughing.