At the end of the universe, or possibly all the universes, there is a bar. At the bar is a tall man with a face that looks like death, downing his second glass of something pale blue and slightly fizzy. 

At the end of the universe, or possibly all the universes, there is a bar. At a table in one corner of the bar is a tall man with a face that looks like death, downing his second glass of something pale blue and slightly fizzy. 

At the end of the universe, or possibly all the universes, there is a bar. At a table in one corner of the bar is a tall man with a face that looks like death, savouring his second glass of something pale blue and slightly fizzy. He's sat with his back to the wall so that he can keep half an eye on the other patrons.