the Dalaverse

In no particular order:

--Jeffrey Dean Morgan is ridiculously hot. I don't know why I am so attracted to him and his beautiful torso and that beautiful Izzie-look on his face, but I am. Also? He and Hot Kyle are totally doing it in the afterlife.

--Meredith's Adventures In the Afterlife were sort of silly and navel-gazing, for which I blame Marni Noxon because I can, but another great performance from Ellen Pompeo.

--I didn't cry, except for when Doc jumped up on Meredith's bed. Because if I believed in an afterlife, my lost pets are exactly the first thing I would want to see. What could possibly be a better or more comforting welcome? People, yeah, but I just feel like I'd be immediately okay with death upon seeing Snake, Hershey and Sugar.

--Saw Ellis coming when Derek was in her room. I don't know what to think. On the one hand, it was lovely to finally, finally see Ellis embrace her daughter and actually be a mother; on the other, it felt like too neat and cheap a wrap-up, and almost a cop-out. I kind of giggled at the alternative notion of Mere seeing her mother in the afterlife and being all "Nuh-uh! I'm going back to the land of the living!" I'll be sad to see Kate Burton go; she brought a lot to the show.

--Was anybody else expecting Mere to croak out "Truuuu luvvvv" when Cristina told her to say something?

--Awww. I'm a sucker for the family-type scenes, and George, Bailey, Alex, and Izzie standing by was a great one.

--I resent the retconning of how Derek never really loved Addison. Also, I will always hate Mark and dearly hope he fails Addison's sixty days test. Has everyone forgotten that he cheated on Addison when they were together in New York and supposedly trying to make an honest go of it?

--Yeah, I don't blame George for walking out when he didn't hear anything resembling an apology, IZZIE -- just the usual ME ME ME. And that moment with Dead Denny would've touched me if she hadn't become so undeserving.

--That was Damien Rice, right? My ears weren't deceiving me?

--Damn, the poor Chief.

--Oh, Cristina. I love Sandra Oh.

I'm feeling better, though still like I was really sick and am recovering, only I never was really sick. Very strange. I'm within a hundred pages of the end of The Amber Spyglass, so I'm gonna curl back up in bed and see it through, even though it's hard.