Joss got asked aobut the spike thing in a quiet moment in Edinburgh (which resulted in urges to batter myself) and basically said what we already knew: nothing is signed.
The only way I can personally see it being worth doing is to take it out of the post NFA world and take it back in time (or vastly forward in time) to a different setting, to examine a different side of James... I mean Spike. And for god sakes, keep his clothes on.
take it back in time
Oh please, yes. With Dru. I want the adventures of Dru & Spike. Honestly, I just want the adventures of Dru, but I know that won't happen.
standing in corner with Allyson.
Did your head explode with the whole "the immortal" thing on Angel?
I was sort of like, "No, there was a bus and Buffy smiled and the show was over and I was cool with that ending, I don't want to know about her dating some greasy Adrien Brody-type character riding a vespa through venice."
I stopped watching when Conner boinked Cordy.
man. it took me awhile after that to stop watching completely. i wish i had stopped before st. cordy. actually, if I stopped after darla staked herself, that would have been for the best.
I felt this strange need to see Angel through to the end. NSM with Buffy.
But didn't the show end before anything happened to Angel and Spike and Illyria and Gunn?
Sorry, I don't mean the end of the show like, "up until the last frame before the credits." It's not a timing issue. Maybe I should say "the end of the story" instead. To me it's only slightly more ambiguous than the ending of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I don't need to see them actually die on-screen to get the idea.
I guess I could say they're doomed instead of dead. If you want them to survive the show, maybe that distinction matters. As I said earlier, if there's a movie that starts and ends in the midst of that fight, and then it's all a flashback to some story set six months earlier that's fine with me. (Well, it's not fine, but I won't scream about it.) Because that doesn't change the end of the story: they die in a rainy alley.
For me, the fat lady hasn't sung. And she won't without authorial intervention. But I don't know her lines.