GA finale
Now that I've recovered a bit...
Aside from the incredibly obvious reason (*DENNYSOBOMG*), I think I've figured out why the finale upset me so much.
I feel cheated.
I invested so much in the storyline, in Denny, in Denny and Izzie together, in everything being focused on his heart. And of course, the whole time I knew he could die. But after all that build up and beautiful acting, he comes back from pretty much being dead twice essentially (by Izzie's hands and then on the table when his new heart wouldn't start), having all that surgery stuff succeed, beginning to recover...
...and then dying --ALONE-- suddenly of something aparently un-heart-related (which they never actually explain).
I feel so cheated that Shonda made us love him, and love them, only to discard him in the least time consuming way as soon as he'd served his purpose. We (and Izzie, and him) did not get that closure that we deserved of at the very least having him die of something heart related, or someone (even if it were a random nurse) being around to attempt to notice or save him or something. We didn't even get the moment of Izzie coming in to find him (which would have absolutely destroyed me, but again... closure).
I almost wish the season had ended with that moment right before the commercial, where Denny sort of slumped over and the elevator door slid shut on Izzie. That way at least we could have had the summer to speculate, and it would have been a really good --but paintful, admittedly-- cliffhanger. To speculate if he lived or died, and how, and also what was going to happen with/to Izzie and the other interns so far as their pact not to tell what went on.
Instead, I'm supposed to pretend to care about Meredith and McDreamy and Addison and their stupid love triangle that is so old omg and never going anywhere. *headdesk*
I'm so angry with the show that at this point, I don't even want to watch next season.
I want to finish my Izzie/Denny lines for 1sentence but most of me feels like its too soon. I'm still too heartbroken. But maybe it'll be theraputic in a way and help me to make my own closure? Gah, I don't know.
Looking back on some of the sentences I posted pre-finale, I'm getting teary even now:
#11 - Birthday
With her head on his shoulder and her hand in his, he wished on the single blue candle in his strawberry Jell-O that this wouldn't be the last time.
#37 - Soliloquy
Denny'd had plenty of time to compose The Big Speech he planned for Izzie before The Transplant (should it ever come to pass), but instead he found himself grinning lazily and saying, "So do you love me yet, or what, because my new heart won't be able to take that kind of uncertainty at least until Denny Jr.'s ready for pre-school."
*SOB*
Aside from the incredibly obvious reason (*DENNYSOBOMG*), I think I've figured out why the finale upset me so much.
I feel cheated.
I invested so much in the storyline, in Denny, in Denny and Izzie together, in everything being focused on his heart. And of course, the whole time I knew he could die. But after all that build up and beautiful acting, he comes back from pretty much being dead twice essentially (by Izzie's hands and then on the table when his new heart wouldn't start), having all that surgery stuff succeed, beginning to recover...
...and then dying --ALONE-- suddenly of something aparently un-heart-related (which they never actually explain).
I feel so cheated that Shonda made us love him, and love them, only to discard him in the least time consuming way as soon as he'd served his purpose. We (and Izzie, and him) did not get that closure that we deserved of at the very least having him die of something heart related, or someone (even if it were a random nurse) being around to attempt to notice or save him or something. We didn't even get the moment of Izzie coming in to find him (which would have absolutely destroyed me, but again... closure).
I almost wish the season had ended with that moment right before the commercial, where Denny sort of slumped over and the elevator door slid shut on Izzie. That way at least we could have had the summer to speculate, and it would have been a really good --but paintful, admittedly-- cliffhanger. To speculate if he lived or died, and how, and also what was going to happen with/to Izzie and the other interns so far as their pact not to tell what went on.
Instead, I'm supposed to pretend to care about Meredith and McDreamy and Addison and their stupid love triangle that is so old omg and never going anywhere. *headdesk*
I'm so angry with the show that at this point, I don't even want to watch next season.
I want to finish my Izzie/Denny lines for 1sentence but most of me feels like its too soon. I'm still too heartbroken. But maybe it'll be theraputic in a way and help me to make my own closure? Gah, I don't know.
Looking back on some of the sentences I posted pre-finale, I'm getting teary even now:
#11 - Birthday
With her head on his shoulder and her hand in his, he wished on the single blue candle in his strawberry Jell-O that this wouldn't be the last time.
#37 - Soliloquy
Denny'd had plenty of time to compose The Big Speech he planned for Izzie before The Transplant (should it ever come to pass), but instead he found himself grinning lazily and saying, "So do you love me yet, or what, because my new heart won't be able to take that kind of uncertainty at least until Denny Jr.'s ready for pre-school."
*SOB*