It's official. Sayonara SBW-san. Deepest bows again (and again) as the Khoder Nasser Express departs Hamilton for Tokyo and riches hitherto unseen in the world of international rugby.
A one-way, non-stop ticket as far as we know, courtesy of the man with the gift of the golden calculator, a money-making machine some say is stuck on a commission rate of 20 per cent-plus for everything his most illustrious clients - Anthony "The Man" Mundine and Sonny Bill-san - can kick into the tin.
All this for a humble little (OK, not so little) tyke from the Marist Rugby League Club in Auckland. So I'd be dishonouring the memory of SBW's legendary, pioneering, league grandfather Bill Woolsey if I didn't offer the talented young man some advice about what he is likely to find in the land of cherry blossom rugby.
Bill Woolsey was famous for ending many fights he didn't start and for the unique way he helped under-the-weather mates fast-track their passage to the head of taxi queues - which usually involved an initial polite request and then his two massive fists.
Sonny Bill should bear in mind that when he finds himself in the Land of the Rising Sun, he won't be able to escape the feeling that he is looking down on a nation of halfbacks. There is an upside to this when he sees how easy it will be to scope the talent in crowded nightclubs. As a 190cm second five-eighths, he'll be pleased to note how often he starts appearing in lineout ball-winning statistics.