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After watching Six Feet Under and later watching Million Dollar Baby, I’m lucky I didn’t have someone euthanize me. If you saw the program last night, six weeks after Nate’s funeral, the entire Fisher clan has gone insane, (or more insane than usual). David is a complete basket case; Claire is drowning her sorrow with booze and drugs, which is dredging out the inner bitch in her. It wasn’t a pretty sight seeing her attack the suicidal Iraq veteran’s mother. I’m against the war too Claire but damn. Ruth was her usual passive-aggressive self trying to keep Maya from Brenda. Now I don’t think Brenda is going to win any mother of the year awards in the future, but I think Maya will be better off with her. She loves Maya, Maya already sees her as her mommy, Brenda of all the characters on the show has been making the most positive change, and considering Ruth’s track record with raising her kids; Brenda can’t do any worse. I really felt sorry for Keith and the boys, Rico and Ted (and it takes a lot to make me feel sorry for a Republican).

That dream sequence between Brenda and Billy had my finger on the remote. If it hadn’t have been a dream I might have ended up watching the 4400. So all you sickos who have wanted to see them get together, you kind of got your wish. Now you can go to your family reunions next summer to scope out your pretty first cousin.

The series finale next week is 75 minutes and they are going to need those extra 15 minutes to try to tie up some of the problems they created last night. I don’t expect everyone to suddenly figure out how to solve their problems and all of them to live happily ever after, but I hope the final message of the show isn’t life is a bitch and then you die.