HA!

"He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by he  waves and lost in darkness and distance." pg 211

Wait...that's it? Victor dies of mental and physical exhaustion and the monster gets all sad and commits suicide? Is Mary Shelley insane? What other question could I possibly ask? Talk about putting all your eggs in one basket at the end. Poor Robert. If we imagine ourselves in his position for a moment, some guy just happens to show up while you're off trekking in no-man's-land, tells you a ridonkulous tale, dies, then a crazy thing shows up and tells you he will commit suicide because he doesn't have anyone to torment anymore. I'd say he got the short end of the stick. He didn't even get to do magnet-y things like he came for. I guess he'll have to take comfort in the fact that someone else will figure it out, so the world won't stay completely ignorant. Shucks.

Also, this is what my voice did when I was asking those rhetorical questions.