I’ve seen dead people: LOST!

Death, like life, is messy and imperfect. What was LOST about? See, there was this plane crash…. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.

Yet, that’s not it, or not all there is to it.

It’s like life: See, there was this guy…. Could be me, could be you (gender generalized, of course!). That’s it. That’s all there is to it.

Yet, that’s not it, or not all there is to it.

Early reaction to the series finale on the discussion boards has been pretty negative. Those who did seem to like nevertheless it called it “sappy.” The reaction is: What? That’s it? They’re just dead? Death, apparently, never satisfies.

Or it seems sappy, predictable (“Everybody dies, Jack.”). Oh boo-hoo, you’re dying. Get over it.

Or, you die and then (what’s the word?) “live” happily ever after. Seems too good to be true. You mean there might be bliss after this life? Yuck! Saccharine sweet!

Or is it, too true to be good. What’s a human life if you just “let go”? Is it like that old Talking Heads song? “Heaven, heaven is a place, where nothing, nothing ever happens.” Boring?

Well, for what it was worth, for six years I’ve seen dead people. And I loved it.