Sob! But he's still dead. Sob!
It's all fine and dandy to watch Cold Case on Sunday nights and have a good cry at their reliably heartbreaking final musical+ghost montage. I kind of like it, that weekly catharsis brought on by a highly selective use of the pop tunes of the murderous time period in question. However, a day-long marathon of this show is proving very problematic as I have now cried once an hour for the last, oh, six hours. And no, I haven't actually watched all of them sitting here in a post-Thanksgiving haze of gluttony regret. I've been puttering most of the day and only actually watched right through one episode. But I always watch the final montage and I always cry.
I am thankful for being a major loser.
(P.S. The video above isn't actually from any of the episodes I saw today, though I have seen that one but it should give you an idea if you don't normally watch the show of the sort of blatant audience manipulation they engage in in the closing moments. Also, that blonde girl who looks happy with that guy in the bed? Yeah, that totally doesn't last, she's nicely miserable pretty much all the time and lives with cats. So I also kind of like the show because of her.)
This is the ending for the episode that's on now which I'm not watching because I've seen it a number of times and it's about a lonely fat woman who gets manipulated into murder. Which is, like, not fun to watch. But it uses Heart at the end and HEART FUCKING ROCKS.
I did cry at this one earlier, but only because I was so sad that I once bought a Travis album (HEE. But I do like this song):
