You click next a few times, and see that nothing of substance happens, except a commentless sequence of panels rendered in mirthnasty mode depicting your ugly corpse. You're not sure why anyone would conceive of such a grotesque art style, only to deploy it in the final moments of the story just to make everybody spend a few more pages staring at a jester's ghastly corpse. Some sort of flex you suppose? Or maybe it's symbolic, meant to cause us all to reflect on our mortality, how fragile this life is, and how we are all destined to shrivel into a lifeless, gnarled trunk of cadaver jerky.
This isn't a very deep message for a 30K page story to have, but then again, maybe it's the only sort of message that such a long, frustrating and militantly incoherent story CAN have. And then again, given that the story is powered by the jesterial kryptonite known as "metafiction", perhaps the final page isn't even the end of the story? It would be all too fitting if the authoring demons of this story decided to end the story, not on the final page, but somewhere before it? Maybe the end of the story isn't such a literal endpoint of a fixed series of pages, but more of a conceptual construct, like an exit? Perhaps the "quest" which JQ speaks of is the quest to find this exit?
This gives you an idea to continue testing the boundaries of the story without actually living through this garbage. From the safety of your computer, you try entering a page number much greater than the official "final page"... you try 91021.