So last Sunday night, I saw the series finale of the Sopranos. Wasn’t so much a show that fit the bill of series finales (loud, climatic). In fact, it felt pretty much like any other episode and it works. The ending is perhaps the best ending ever conceived (despite people thinking otherwise) because it’s different. It doesn’t give you an ending per se and perhaps that’s a good thing.
Apparently Vince saw the finale and felt the people needed a worthy ending. So they filmed his “death” involving an exploding limo. God, do we have to play this death card again? What if they decide to bring back Mr. McMahon again? Man, who cares really? In three months time, they’ll bring him back and say he suffered some minor burns and lost his best two-piece suit. And if they decide that’s what they’ll do, they don’t even have to cook up a graphic. I got one for them right up there.
What a stupid ending. What a piece of fucking god-damn shit.
*drinks rolling rock*
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