But what gets me more than anything is how much I cry about series finalies. It's seriously pathetic how I act as if these fictional characters are a part of my life...
Top Ten Season Finales of all time.
10. Full House: I know I know, a pretty lame ending to a wonderful show. But that is why it is number 10. When Michelle finally got her memory back, I never thought I could be that happy again.
9. (This is where I wanted to put Louis and Clark and the Adventures of Superman.... but let's be honest, this show died when Louis started eating frogs.....)
8. The Cosby Show.
7. Cheers... I was really really young when Cheers ended... and all I can remember is all of them getting up and leaving one by one... and the lonliness I felt as I stared at that empty bar....
6. The OC: Now techincally the final episode actually wasn't that bad (compared to the rest of season 3), but the end of Season 3 when Marissa died was amazing. I have never cried so much over a stupid episode.... it rocked my world. 5. Fresh Prince of Bel Air: This one really got to me... When they decided to sell the house and move out of Bell Air... I was such a mess.
4. Seinfield: I wasn't really a diehard Seinfield Fan... but this final episode was unreal. The airplane falling, the almost confessed love... and the Good Samaritian Act, what a genius.
3. Saved by the Bell: Zach and Kelly's Wedding. Only 2 sentences need to be said..."Zach and Kelly. Two people destined for each other."
2. Friends. No matter how many times I have watched it I just burst into tears when Joey asks, "Has the apartment always been purple?" and the camera scans around the room and settles in on the yellow frame around the peep hole. It brings tears every time. "It may have gone on too long. While it may have not been near the quality of the early seasons, the series finale served as a reminder that even though they may be married, adopting children, or causing chaos on airplanes, they'll still be there for you…"
1. The Wonder Years: "Winnie left the next summer to study art history in Paris. Still we never forgot our promise. We wrote to each other once a week for the next eight years. I was there to meet her, when she came home, with my wife and my first son, eight months old. Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned. Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place...a town...a house like a lot of other houses... A yard like a lot of other yards...on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is...after all these years, I still look back...with wonder.”
So now I am curious, do you think I missed any?