I find it amazing that when we're discussing the best stuff on television, it's so often wildly depressing stuff or puzzle boxes we all know are going to have endings that do not deliver. I guess it feels good to feel bad.* And I like a good drama, too. But as my 9th grade English teacher, the great Ms. Fort said to me "life is tragedy or comedy. There is no in-between." Ms. Fort was a smart, smart lady, so I've always believed it.
And because I think comedy holds an equal place to tragedy, and I feel I learn as much from what makes me laugh as what makes me bummed out, I'm sad to see HBO's Danny McBride helmed series, The Righteous Gemstones, come to a close after four seasons.
At the same time, I understand- get out while the getting is good. The responsible thing to do is leave people wishing there had been more, while also properly closing things up.
On Sunday, The Righteous Gemstones finished its fourth and final season, closing the door on less than forty episodes and one of the funniest, most vulgar and profane shows I've seen, while somehow including stellar storytelling, genuine character moments, shockingly heartfelt beats and - underneath it all - somehow managing to sell religion and faith as an option better than any actual televangelist.