condoms, Rose. Condoms! Condoms! Condoms!

If I gave a flying frack about Valentine's Day, I would so totally send these to every single person I know.

The title of this post is from a gem of an episode.

it's not worth shit. let it go.

After a ridiculous amount of lounging around on the couch in my bathrobe, I'm on the final season of Six Feet Under. Around the beginning of the third season, I considered putting my viewing on a little hiatus out of fear that it wasn't the smartest idea to be watching a show about death (among so many other things, of course) when the inevitability of it has already been weighing far too heavily on my mind lately.

Last night I watched the season four finale from which this clip was taken. You don't really need any back story in order to understand what's going on, which is part of the beauty of it. One two-minute-and-thirty-second scene manages to sum up quite nicely what I think a good chunk of the entire glorious show is about.

It makes me thankful I didn't opt for the hiatus.