I hope you die a happy man.
He's in pain, surrounded by Snatchers, and doesn't know if Dean Thomas and the others will make it.
“Mudblood,” one of them literally spits on his face.
At home, his beautiful wife is safe and happy at the impending arrival of their grandchild. The wonderful little baby they'd created is having one of her own.
“Where's the boy?”
Dean might be safe, he realises. Please, let him be safe.
“Sorry, mate," he cheerfully replies, “but it'll be best to kill me and try to track him yourself.”
If you marry me, I will.