The last episode was one of the most heartbreaking and tender things I’ve ever seen.
Here, HBO has actual obituaries … well, don’t go looking if you haven’t seen the episode yet. But when I ran across them just now, I gasped.
It’s miraculous, when you can feel so close to fictional characters. I’m not a sap for stuff like this, really. But Alan Ball is a bloody genius.
No, more than that. It’s not just intelligence that made this show work. It was courage to map the real contours of human hearts.
Bah. That sounds cheesy. But I don’t care.