Over a year ago, we got the the first disc of the first season of Six Feet Under from Netflix. Last night, we watched the series finale. It COMPLETELY wrecked me.
Now, anyone who reads this space regularly knows that I watch a lot of TV. I have so many shows that I have loved over the years (Sex and the City, 90210, Friends, the list goes on and on) but I don’t think I have ever been so emotionally affected by the end of a show as I was by this one. Maybe it’s because we watched all 63 episodes in just a little over a year, and more than half of them over the last couple of months. But I think it’s mostly because the show is so well written, even when it got a little weird in places, that you really feel like you KNOW these people. Which is what makes it so hard, I guess, to let them go.
Suffice to say I was pretty much inconsolable after we finished the finale last night. I was just sitting there, crumpled tissues all around me, wondering how I could be so upset about people who are not even technically real. But you know how sometimes, you’ll love a show so much and the series finale is a total letdown? For instance, I love Friends, but I thought the last episode was kind of limp. Truthfully, Sex and the City had the best wrap-up of all time, in my mind. Although now, it might be a tie, because this one did it just right. And while I wish it could have gone on, it gave a kind of closure you just don’t normally get, which is all I’ll say, in case some of you are watching and don’t want to know more. If you aren’t watching, I highly recommend you do. Netflix is perfect, you can just take your time, go disc by disc. (I know you’re busy. You don’t have to time to sit around and watch TV all day long.) Or, if you REALLY want to immerse yourself, you can buy the entire series, which was just released. Whichever option you choose, have tissues nearby. You will need them.
So, now I need a new show for my Netflix queue. I’m considering: Weeds, Big Love, The Office (which I have not been able to get into as of yet, but maybe watching from the start will help?) or Lost (although I’ve been told the plane crash at the start will flip me out). Frankly, though, today I can’t even think about starting something new. Like I need to mourn Six Feet being under, or something. How sick is that? Oh, don’t answer that. I don’t even want to know.
Thank goodness A Charlie Brown Christmas is on tonight. No death, no sadness (except for that pathetic little tree) no surprises, just the same show I’ve watched a million times (it was first shown in 1965. Can you even BELIEVE that?). I think it might be just what I need. And hopefully, it will NOT make me weep. Fingers crossed.