OK, I've calmed down, I've had a chance to process the show and have come to terms with the fact that...it's over.
I was MAD (did you guess that on your own). How could it JUST END? What happens next? Does Silvio survive? Does he ever wake up? Who takes over in NY? Do the Sopranos live to have another meal at Nuovo Vesuvio or do they meet their end at Holsten's?
I prefer not to join the wackos that are writing their own endings and sharing it with the world. In most of those endings, Meadow walks into the diner in time to see her father/family being massacred. Come on, leave it alone.
As angry as I was at the end (lots of yelling, throwing pillows, stomping around the apartment, railing at the unfairness of it) Tony lived. That was all I was really worried about.
I started getting nauseous around 8:30 last night, nervous about what would happen in what I thought would be a violent, upsetting send-off. I spent the hour tensed, on the edge of the couch, eyes darting to the clock every few minutes. Any time Tony stepped outside, I worried that "this was it".
I knew they would find Phil and thought it fitting that it was his own car that crushed his fat head. I loved it when Paulie sat down with the "youngsters" and unbuttoned his pants and then when he told of seeing the Vrgin Mary in the Bing. Tony's reply was priceless!
In all fairness, David Chase did an excellent job! I was riveted. I was entertained.
And yes, I know there are many of you out there that hate The Sopranos. I live with one such person. My beloved took great delight in pointing something out to me; something David Chase did masterfully last night... Know how to keep an asshole in suspense?
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