A couple nights ago nathan and I watched the series finale of Six Feet Under. It was incredibly well done and even though I knew what was going to happen (because I’m a spoiler whore) I ended up as teary and sniffly as nathan.

Anyway. Next day, I’m driving home with nathan after picking him up from work. Out of the blue, he says, “I can’t believe we finished Six Feet Under. We finished an entire series.”

I say, “It was only six seasons long.”

He says, “Five.”

I say, “And there were only twelve episodes per season.”

He says, “Fourteen.”

I say, “And there’s only one jackass in this car, and it’s not me.”

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