SFU Forever...

** To all the people I love dearly that have not seen the final SFU season, do not worry. There are no spoilers here**

Anyone who reads the papers or watches television knows that Six Feet Under ended last month. I received some emails and phone calls after the final episode, asking why I hadn't blogged about it. As my friend Libby told me, she watched it at midnight and wanted someone to talk to about it. Everyone wanted someone to talk to about it... I watched the last episode alone at home. I was grateful for that, because I wept like a baby. I mean the whole shebang: tears, shaking, blubbering... I actually had to lay down and take a nap afterwards I felt so distraught. Ben called from New York to ask how I was doing. We both admitted to losing our shit a little, and then proceeded to make up a song. 'Don't cry for me Six Feet under' (to the tune of the Evita theme song).

Without giving anything away, I will say the following. This show was an amazing piece of art. Beautifully written, exquisite cinematography, fantastic actors and excellent music. The song from the last 10 minutes of the final episode ('Breathe Me' by Sia) continued to cause tears and sadness whenever Ben and I heard it last week. I felt like I wanted to give the show a big hug. To give Alan Ball a big hug. To give Peter Krause a big hug. It has been unlike any other show I've seen on television, and leaves me hopeful that there will be others like it in the future. It has set the bar pretty high, and will always have a VERY special place in my heart.

We went to the Home Depot in Colma, and drove through this cool looking cemetery next door to it. It has a weird set up which allows cars to drive around the periphery of the grounds. We parked alongside the path and looked out at the gravestones. I noticed a crow and thought of Six Feet. I leaned over to get my camera and take a photo of it. When I looked back up, I realized there were lots of them. Why do crows hang out at cemeteries?

This show really made me think a lot about death. The silliness of it. The unavoidable nature of it. The fear that surrounds it for me.

While I am typing this, Max just asked me to listen to his favorite new Death Cab For Cutie song. If it doesn't leave a knot in your throat, you aren't human. I think the lyrics are quite fitting.

I Will Follow You Into the Dark
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark