If the older show was about using death as the gateway to a more fulfilling life, then the new model is about taking that idea, reifying it, coating it with a romantic glaze, and serving it to the audience in a pie tin with a side order of Kristen Chenoweth’s boobs.
I mean, sure, it’s a completely obvious idea that was just waiting for someone to actually take the time to do it, but I prefer to think that I’m prescient and totally on the edge of future trends.
At this rate, they’re going to have to start giving out an Emmy award for best fake accent in a leading role.
Just a few more days, and our national NaBloPoMo-induced nightmare will be over.
Something about MP3 just feels kind of… lacking.