He has a heart attack!

Lance clutches at his chest, "No, not now!"

Everyone begins laughing and applauding as he falls to the ground. John rushed to his side.

"You," Lance said weakly. "Make sure they don't..."

"I'll call a doctor," John replied.

"No... You fool... I'm a real magician, my magic is dying. I've lived hundreds of years. Take my magical implements; tux, top, hat, cane, and cape... Take them and finish my legacy!"

And with that Lance's body withered up, turning into dust at John's touch. Leaving behind only his clothes and magical gear.

The crowd unphased applauded as though Lance performed the best trick in the world.

Several voices came out, "How did he do it?" "Mirrors, smoke and mirrors." "Best magician ever."