Faced with all the mourning over Six Feet Under's finale last night, I feel like I'm the only person who didn't sit down for my last 75 minutes with the Fischer's (or at least TiVo it). And honestly I don't really care. Although I started a huge fan of the show, they lost me mid-last season as I grew sick of watching the characters run head first into the same metaphorical walls they had been running into for the past three years. For all the talk of how the show captured life as it really is, I honestly pray to god most people's lives aren't angst filled repetitions of the identical mistakes with only small glimpses of happiness peeking through. Yes, it was clearly an incredibly well done show for at most a few years, but no matter how happy or melancholy or optimistic a note it ended on, the vision of reality presented was outrageously bleak and deeply flawed. Life is better than that; we're better than that.