going out on top

six feet under, arguably the best hour on TV (whoops, it's not TV, it's HBO) just wrapped up its run. For six years, it has demonstrated that well-written shows that reflect how real people talk and act in everyday life is fascinating. last night also proved how much better it is to go out on top and not drag out a series well past its expiration date.

earlier in this season i felt that the show had in fact already jumped the shark, as the first few episodes verged on melodrama. thankfully, the writers veered back on track.

the ending footage really amazed me. not cheesey, but leaves you smiling through tears (ok, that's a cheesey summary itself).

now katie and i can stop spending each sunday night in clinical depression.