That was a fantastic finale for a show that lasted two seasons too long. Part of me wishes they hadn’t chosen to kill the one character I care the least about, but on the other hand that’s how we get to see all the others react to that and live not-so-happily not-so-everafter. (Nate’d already gotten his shot a grief anyway, and boy was that annoying. So I’m happy we’re spared a repeat of those scenes and he only gets to cameo as a mostly peaceful ghost.) The real problem is, the writers spent the last three years turning every single character into an asshole so I don’t really care that much for any of them. It’s a real testament to Alan Ball’s talent, then, that I was still sobbing by the end of episode twelve. Plus, my life sucking.