Pushing Dead Daisies Like Me.

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.

Dead Like Me.

Dead Like Me may be a little too smart for me. Or maybe the show is just unfocused and trying to do too much all at once.

Dated like me?

It’s like we’re caught in some kind of relativity warp wormhole, where the retro threshold keeps inching closer to now, and we can’t stop living in the future.