Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...
'Shindig'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2002: A Very Buffista Holiday Thread
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2002? Don't think we've forgotten about you...