I am numb!

The season finale of QAF ended a few minutes ago.

And I sit weeping.

In some attempt at the rational, I'll say it was superb.

BUT the last scene was far beyond that. It was a sublime work of art. As I had anticipated, Justin is bashed. After having danced with Brian at the prom.

There is a haunting, terrifying camera shot taken from above the rear doors of the ambulance. Attendants open the doors from the outside. And you see on the gurney a pink blanket, then an oxygen tank, and then Justin's white tux shirt sprayed with blood, then Justin's head immobilized in a plastic brace.

The final camera shot is a close up of Brian's face as he sits in the hospital hall. He stares dead into the lens and silently weeps.

I knew that something like this was going to happen. I did not know the details. Nor did I know that it was to be preceeded by an earlier scene in which Brian indulges in an act of scarfing. An act that Michael interrupts. Michael makes clear that Brian could have killed himself.

As I watched the closing moments of QAF, I thought of Justin, and Matthew Sheppard, and Harvey Milk. And nameless teens who have hanged themselves. And unknown middle-aged guys who have ended it with booze and pills. And crimes disgused as accidents. And the banality of evil.

PAX!