So it's over, and I think it went out well. Not at first - I was howling for the first few minutes after the screen blacked out in the diner. What the hell is the matter with these people!

Then I thought about it for awhile, and this morning I've heard other opinions that sort of gel with where I've landed: You never hear the shot that kills you.

Phil didn't - he got it in the back of the head in front of (some of) his family. And think back to Tony and Bobby in the boat on the Adirondack lake earlier this season, talking about what happens when you die: "Everything just goes black".

The series didn't end at all, I think, it STOPPED. Tony's gone and no amount of rationalization by his wife or kids is ever going to take away the knowledge of who he was. Sort of a final come-uppance to people who routinely sold themselves out no matter what ethics they may or may not have espoused.

At any rate, it was a pretty good eight (?) years... now we can get back to Salt Lake City and Big Love, and wait for the return of The Wire. Take care, Tony, it was interesting knowing you.