The final episode of Six Feet Under, in which humiliating aging process and deaths of all of the main characters, between the year 2005 and 2085, are so graphically and hideously portrayed, after two final depressing seasons of continuous arguments, break ups and affairs, it is probably the most disturbing experience that I had whilst watching TV. The depressive mother, Ruth, dies on a respirator as her ex-husband and son cry their eyes at her bedside. Keith, the cop and her son in law, gets blown away in the chest whilst n duty. Federico, the skinny and boyish embalmer, dies with a big belly, during the attempt stand up from the beach bed. Brenda is literally bored to death by her manically depressive brother. She seriously just passes out while he is ranting about the husband of his ex-girlfriend and never wakes up again. How sick can a TV series seriously get?
I thought it was great. Everyone dies someday. And this was a show about death. The idea of flash forwarding to each character's death (sometimes after a long and happy life) was a great one. Furthermore, some of the deaths were funny, such as Brenda FINALLY dying of boredom from listening to her brother drone on well into their old age, and some were touching. I consider it one of the best show finales in history, along with Newhart, Mary Tyler Moore and the Shield.
