Guys. Guys. It’s the last episode. I don’t know if I’m emotionally stable enough for this, but I’m going to try. For you.
We start with a bathtub filling, and Lacroix telling us that life is a gift. Cut to a weird camera angle and Lacroix continuing to speak – he’s never understood willfully giving life up, unless you have faith that there’s something beyond this. But will it be heaven, or hell? Is your faith strong enough to push you to find out prematurely?
All of this is intercut with a woman writing a suicide note and then stepping, fully clothed, into the bathtub to cut her wrists. Lacroix tells us not to do it, not to trade our futures for “an empty box”. Continue reading →
Why not “Dead of Knight”? I thought this series liked a good pun. I am disappoint.
Let’s get started!
Some caretaker is showing a couple an old Victorian. He says the workmen who were renovating took off after they saw ghosts. The dude says he’ll be redecorating, and orders the caretaker to find him some lights. The woman turns out to be his realtor, and she says that the current owner of the house specifically stipulated that the caretaker comes with it. JerkDude is all, “Like I give a shit. Where is the stupid owner, anyway?” because apparently in Canada, owners have to show houses. Why? Continue reading →