On Friday night, we finished watching the last season of Six Feet Under. I feel so remotely sad, not like the death of a friend or family member. But it's remotely sad, like the death of a fantastic show that should have died, and it did it in such a wonderful way. It was the first show I followed closely till the end. Alan Ball should have written every episode, but the way he ended his show tied up every loose string in a way that made me contented and sad. Like the end of the best banana pudding dish ever. Delicious in every bite, but each bite leads to the bottom of the shiny bowl. It's silly to feel this way about a television show even an HBO show, but once in a while, I need to indulge in surreal reality. Clearly, this is one of the best television endings ever. Thanks, Mr. Ball.
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