Dear Final Scene,
This should be easy. There’s nothing new to set up. All you need to do is bring this thing home. You know that, right?
So why, exactly, are you digging in your heels like a child throwing a tantrum and insisting on making every last paragraph feel like work?
It’s not like you’re a young chapter. You’re living out here beyond the climactic scenes, with the experience of an entire book behind you. You’ve been around the block a few times. You know what you’re doing.
With just a little cooperation we could wrap this thing up and both get some sleep.
What do you say?