Honestly, I got six minutes into it, realized that I really, truly was going to have to watch at least some of the characters I've followed for these four years go to the magical perma-suicide box with beautiful speeches, and I stopped watching. I realized that, right now at least, it doesn't matter how emotionally moving this individual hour of television was, or how funny, or how great the acting is -- I'm too disturbed and saddened by the conclusion of this story to try to approach the finale on its own terms.

Weirdly enough, I have never felt more okay, philosophically, with the idea of living forever.