Nothing happened? Holy cow, did we see completely different movies! I sobbed for a solid hour afterwards--something which has never happened to me before after any movie, play, novel, or other piece of art. What I couldn't explain to monshu at the time was that the thought of not only losing him but all my memories of him was one of the most horrible things I could conceive of. That whole sequence where Carrey's trying desperately to squirrel away rembrances of his loved one so they can't be taken from him was a tour de force. I'm very glad it turned out not to be something as gimmicky as Groundhog Day, which was very amusing but only had one or two scenes that came close to touching my heart.