I stayed up until 1:45 AM last night because I lack all self-control when it comes to watching one of my favorite television shows Six Feet Under. I had discs two through four and enjoyed them. Because I have to know the ending of movies, books, and shows, I had read the episode guides online. I knew what was going to happen. Something sad happens. I won't ruin it for you, but I found myself on the couch crying buckets.
I usually do not cry at movies or television shows, but this was particularly sad. I always find it amazing how a character that doesn't really exist can get a person unglued. For example, I was sad for David who is a character in the show. He doesn't exist, yet there I sit, crying with that throat thing. The throat thing where you think your throat is going to explode because you are holding in your tears. I think it is because David could be anyone or everyone.