If clichés are what help us get through things, then this is working for me.
Dead Like Me was a short-lived comedy on Showtime which spawned a follow-up feature-length film released in 2009. Oddly enough, after watching a couple of very interesting documentaries, I happened upon the movie and was completely intrigued. I was impressed with the great humor and writing, and the terrific handling of such delicate topics.
Hubby and I stayed up to the wee hours two nights in a row to get through the first season. We made it through the pilot and 9 episodes so far. This is a philosophical, funny, well-acted, well-directed series. I think it was ahead of its time and compels me to check out Six Feet Under, which was more mainstream but apparently somewhat similar.
I find it very peculiar that chance turned the channel right to Dead Like Me: Life After Death at a time when I so needed relief. Certainly makes one think :-0
So I’m feeling better about Naomi’s passing, but events are getting much worse in other areas…family relations. More on that later. Or not. It’s so serious I don’t know if I can write about it…
At least we got the tree up today. A 7-foot-tall beauty. The house smells like the woods, which is lovely.