It’s over. Done.
The Good Place has ended.
I can’t quite process it at the moment. It feels impossible.
It’s been almost two weeks since the show ended and I still can’t talk about what happened.
I will not be reviewing it because you can’t review perfection. It was the best series finale anyone could have ever imagined and it messed me up.
My heart broke. I could feel it tear itself apart.
I managed to hold it together for the first half and then Chidi gave Eleanor a look and I started crying. It wasn’t a single tear down my cheek: I was sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
It took me an hour after the episode was over to stop crying. Every time I thought I was done, more tears would roll down my cheeks.
I was perfect. A perfect finale for a perfect show.
This is definitely one of those shows that will shape television history and I hope that whenever I am ready to watch it again, I will appreciate it even more.
I hope that everyone will watch “The Good Place” and learn how to be a better person from it. It teaches so much and it forces you to take a look at yourself and re-evaluate how you live your life. It makes you face your shortcomings and realize how much your actions can have an impact on other people.
It’s thought-provoking and a moral challenge for yourself. And it has so many fart jokes and food puns.
Like Marc Evan Jackson always says: “This is the smartest dumbest show on television” and I couldn’t agree more.
I will talk more about “The Good Place”, probably when I have enough strength to watch it again and have internalized it even more.
Goodbye, The Good Place”
Take it sleazy.