I was stunned to discover that Hurley had been on the island the whole time, and was among them as a guardian, but before that, had been chief of a tribe of natives on the other side of the island. When he turned off the holographic curtain and revealed a table full of French-speaking Polynesians eating polar bear filet and maize (you white people call this “corn”) they all truly had a reason to be thankful.
And when Sawyer lifted Locke up on his shoulders to say the blessing, Locke (with his gimpy leg) brought a tear to my eye when he said, in a perfect Cockney falsetto, “Cor bless us ev’ry one!”