May 15, 2007

Rest in peace

A great man once said that every man dies, but not every man truly lives. This man used to paint his face half-blue and wore a dress while fighting great battles, as every great man should. This great man died tragically, and I thought about those words today as the realization finally sunk in that another great man had died.

This man was controversial, a man who spoke his mind and held beliefs that didn't always coincide with those more powerful than he. He was a man that had his struggles, but had a higher purpose, a calling that he was put on this earth to be somebody. He was a man who did things that many did not agree with or even condone, a man who would infuriate those who would listen to the words that he would say. Yet, in the end, I think even those who don't agree with him would stand and applaud and realize that this man was and is and always will be known as a visionary. And as we look back at his death, we can say with the conviction that he had, that a giant has passed.

This man, of course, is legendary Sopranos character, Christopher Moltisanti.

I had the same reaction that many had when Christopher was killed tragically this past Sunday evening. The reaction, of course, was "Holy fuck! I can't believe they fucking did that! Oh fuck!" I couldn't believe it to be true, I didn't want it to be true. But it was.

Christopher has been a staple on the show since the pilot episode. Other than Tony and maybe Carmela, he was the most complex and layered character on the show. He provided the show with some of its most indelible moments, such as his speech at Livia Soprano's wake or the famous intervention scene. Before every season when fans predict who was going to die in the upcoming episodes, he's consistently at the top of the list. And virtually everyone knew that he would eventually meet his end this year, so it shouldn't be a shock that he died this past episode. But it was.

Farewell, Christopher. I hope you find peace at the Irish Bar in hell.

(Oh, and Jerry Falwell died. Even though he was a fat hypocritical toad, he was an important guy who made an impact on the lives of many. It's good practice to say something nice when someone is dead. And what I will say about Jerry Falwell is that he may have been a bigot and con artist, but at least he didn't run over cats for fun and profit.

At least I don't think so.

I'm pretty sure he didn't.

Okay, maybe there's a chance that maybe he did. The man was a shithead.

Farewell, Reverend.)

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