R.I.P. Denny Duquette
There was so much that was bad about that finale, top of which comes the AWFUL Derek/Meredith relationship which makes me want to puke (seriously, the moment when Meredith walks down the steps in her prom gown and Derek and Finn gaze at her as though she's the only thing that makes their lives worth living made me want to hit the writers over the head). Actually, just seeing Meredith's watery face makes me want to puke. The prom for the Chief's neice, the heart stealing, the bloody dog (were we seriously expected to care about a DOG when there were people sick?!) were all pretty awful.
But, no matter how much I've told myself all along that Denny was doomed, I would have happily lived with any crazy plot twist that allowed him to get well. And watching him die, seeing Izzie with him, ach, that hurt so much! Oh, Denny! Now Papa Winchester HAS to live!
The set-ups for next season, they're worrying. Alex and Izzie again, Derek and Meredith AGAIN, and Callie (who drives me almost as nuts as Meredith does) and George. All so very wrong! And I don't feel very forgiving or trustful right now.