Evil is vanquished! Good has triumphed! Fireworks! Porg dance party! That couple you're shipping kisses! All is right with the world!
Then, a "where are they now?" sort of epilogue, set 20-30 years in the future. The most suitable of the surviving protagonists is now an eminent and well-respected political leader. We see them, with a few dignified strands of grey carefully added by the make-up department, sitting in their office (carefully designed by the set department to look a bit more futuristic than the rest of the movies).
An aide walks in with a briefing note.
"Your Excellency," the aide begins, "Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems is in dispute..."
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