We finished Six Feet Under last night. The final episode was really heavy and poignant. We were almost watching it in spite of ourselves toward the end, but it's not because it's not a good show. It's actually a great show; but a show with themes of mortality and familial angst is not meant to be watched more frequently than it's intended once a week, and we were watching anywhere from two to four episodes a night.
Here's the final ten minutes of the last episode. If you've never watched the show, it will probably mean nothing to you. If you're interested in watching the series in full, you might not want to watch the video. The epilogue is much talked about and for great reason.
Today was a good day. It's become difficult for me to get going on Mondays. I don't feel like I'm moving forward here and each new week feels like a rush of stagnation. But, once I get going Mondays aren't so bad. The material's fresh, so the classes fly by and I never have to use filler on these early week days.
I forgot an interesting episode in yesterday's post. While Amy, Ben, Ian and I were getting out of the elevator, a delivery guy was getting in. He didn't really leave us space or time to get out, so we had to squeeze our way out and in the process Ian dropped his keys down the shaft. So, Ian hopped back in the elevator with the delivery guy, who made fun of him the whole way. Ben followed a few minutes later to help, while Amy and I waited. They got the super/security guy, which I'm thankful for since Ian's plan consisted of sending Ben to the top floor, wedging the doors open and hopping down to get the keys and then climbing out. The super did just that, except he turned off the elevator first. A crucial component to the key rescue not ending in death. So, it ended well, but it was a minor ordeal with the rude delivery guy.
It's time to settle in and watch something a little lighter for a change. Have a great Monday! Good night!