This is not part kazillion of the warnings debate.

I'm not saying that people have some kind of obligation to warn for sad endings.

I'm just saying that I'm going to go curl up in the fetal position and cry now. As soon as I'm done taking all the CSI:NY discs off my Netflix queue, because I don't think I have the heart anymore.


Oh Mac and Danny, why could you not just be eating waffles together forever? Why did I keep reading?