The best way to begin your transformation into a masochist is by watching the last season of Six Feet Under more than once.
No creation on this planet simultaneously enlightens and destroys you quite like that show did.
I can pretty much attribute my whole weekend being shot to watching those twelve snot bubble-inducing episodes.
I knew what I was in for. I watched the whole series a few years back and recalled that I was completely immobile for two hours after viewing the series finale. A lead weight on the couch, screaming, bawling, unwilling to speak to anyone or move. My appetite was gone and all I wanted to do was stay curled up and die and join everyone in heaven. I had just lost like 8 people I had really gotten to know well and felt like shit.
I decided that I wanted to lose them all over again this weekend.
My mother kept calling me this weekend wondering why she hadn’t heard from me, “Where did you disappear to?” she asked.
“I’m watching a show! I’ll call you (more…)