It’s Dead Like Me! Let’s watch it together!

George found 20 dollars! It’s a sign of good luck, so she thinks.

Hey! It’s Micheal from Lost teaching yoga! He’s going to be killed though. A lot of good stretching to music did him.

George is trying to get her old job back. Reapers need real jobs to make a living. I know! That totally sucks. If only the dead could get some sort of trust fund going.

With Dead Like Me, you need to tell yourself to relax. The show is just going to happen. No need to rush it. Just enjoy.

I think there is a little kid reaper that takes works only in the taking dead pets department. George’s old boss, who won’t give her a new job, has a sick kitty cat. George is trying to keep it safe from the kid who is possibly a reaper.

Hey, Michael just said “Namaste” like the people in all those DHARMA initiative videos! Boy, time to write some fan fiction in the universe of Dead Like Me and Lost combined!

It’s George’s burial day and her fellow reapers are celebrating the day with her. They say if you have an obsession with death you’re probably a Republican. Does that make any sense? Who is this “you” that says it? You want a source? Take a hike, bub!

Dead Like Me, I have decided, is a dandy little show. Yes yes, charming like a small town with on general store owned by someone named Murry. Murry is trying to fly straight after a life of crime. Some over achieving gossip columnist for the local newspaper will get high on power and dig up Murry’s nasty dirt. Ahhh, small town life. Maybe this show isn’t like small town life.

George screwed up something awful last episode, from what I can gather. Inigo Montoya is mad at her. She didn’t kill someone or something. I guess the only other “or something” could be she did kill the wrong person.

Feeling down, George decides to make friends at work. Her regular job, no the reaping job. They have invited her to scrapbook with them. That seems more like they hate her. If you’re packing heat, feel free to shoot anyone who invites you to scrapbook. They have nothing but evil intentions for you and your kin.

Not much is going on this episode. I’m not saying it is no good. This show doesn’t feel the need to rush things. Characters and actions just happen. It is a nice change of pace from the go go go shows that go.

George is having girl time with her reaper buddy while the British sounding fellow is chatting with a freshly dead lady who sang with Louis Prima. They’re waiting for her to cross over. Okay, something can start happening any time now. Thank you in advance, TV show.

Someone was just impaled by a mounted swordfish while doing an Irish jig. Perfectly bizarre. I would have loved to write bizarre deaths for this show.

What a night! Dead Like Me won over Gilmore Girls and I got a sticker that says I voted. Adults should get more stickers.

During this second episode of Dead Like Me, we are learning more being a reaper. George, our dead little hero, needs to find an apartment like any ordinary person. Too bad her apartment is occupied by someone who isn’t quite dead yet. Now she is a homeless dead person who is alive. Let me proofread that last sentence. Yep, it’s all there.

In a wonderful situation, George and her other reaper friend need to kill someone whose initials are BM. Whoever it is, they are in a bank. Which happens to get held up. Which then is assaulted by the spouse of a cheating bank employee. The insane wife spouse caused a propane explosion. None of these things killed anyone until a slacker cam in, slipped on a banana peel, and had his head snapped off by a rotating door. That is some wonderful writing. What a smart show.

Not only is George dead, this is the first time on her own. She had lived with her parents her whole life. What a very lonely afterlife.

Well, I’m dumb as hell. I kept thinking, “Mandy Patinkin. Who the heck is that?” I should turn in my unofficial The Princess Bride club card that I just drew on this piece of dot matrix paper and laminated with Scotch tape.

It is time for George to take her first soul. The first one is always the hardest. Especially when the soul belongs to a kid alone on a train. Then the train crashes. Then you actually save the girl instead of taking her soul. That’s not going to turn out right.

If you don’t take a soul when it expires, it will rot inside the body. That’s creepy! And a good reason not to not take souls of people. Now don’t take that as an invitation to kill people. That would be stupid.

Don’t worry. The kid gets to go to a magical amusement park made of lights. Isn’t that what happens when you take shrooms? Do shrooms have any amusing druggie names? Like Horse for Heroin? Let me know. I want to start making fun of shrooms in new ways.

This Dead Like Me episode centers around Halloween. I realized today that no one I know has ever eaten a candy apple. Carmel apples, of course. But no candy apples. Do they exist? Let me know!

Speaking of Halloween, Slither from James Gunn and starring Nathan Fillion came out on DVD today. Buy it already! It is hilarious and scary. A great combination, just like peanut butter and scary chocolate.

Georgia, when she was a living and breathing little girl, didn’t like Halloween because of the candy. She saw it as an opportunity to look into people’s houses. Fantastic.

The quirk in the episode deals with a Halloween legend. Reapers may be seen in their true form on Halloween. That will get sticky when someone recognizes George. Or Georgia. George is slightly faster to write.

There is a man with clean white Chuck Taylors readying various lengths of rope. If your sneakers are clean and white then you are a serial killer. Or a nurse. Or both. There’s an idea to sell to SciFi for an original movie.

Dead Like Me is really slow paced. That is okay. The characters are interesting enough to spend a lazy hour with. Like a lazy river at the water park. No splashing! You just float. That’s the deal.

White sneakers made his first kill. We haven’t seen his face or figure. He could be a she. Or he could be a she who is a he! Julie Andrews wasn’t always Mary Poppins.

Being a reaper is tough when you have to kill a kid who is too sick to trick or treat. That is okay. Heaven is made out of candy. So is Hell, but it is only black jelly beans.

To end the evening of calm and calculated horror, Georgia gets to take out the serial killer. That’s a nice ending. Well, if there weren’t five minutes left.

Sweet nougaty goodness, I get to watch Dead Like Me instead of Gilmore Girls tonight! Now this is my kind of Tuesday!

Can you believe that I have never seen this morbid and goofy show about a young girl who becomes a grim reaper? I can’t either! It seems right up my ally. We’ll see if I enjoy myself. I am full of pizza. That’s a good way to start an evening.

A homeless man was just skewered by a squirrel kabob. George, the young blonde female grim reaper, killed the wrong homeless man with a squirrel kabob. It is a mistake anyone could make.

Can people see George? Isn’t she dead? If I had watched from the beginning I would be less confused. George wanted to give the homeless man she accidentally took a proper burial. That involves money. Or a shovel. Shovels cost money.

Hold on, George works in an office? With people? I am out of it. I will try to enjoy the dark humor without the basis of knowledge I need to understand it.

Wait, I think I have handle on it. There are a bunch of reapers who are actually living people. They hang out together, kill those on their list for the day, and then meet in a diner. I may be totally off on that. I am not a good source of information.

Wait, she is dead. I may say I give up again, but I will just let myself down and keep trying. Failing at failure. How long until someone snags that band name?

George got hoodwinked into paying for the dead vagabond’s funeral. How many times has that happened to you? Heck, I bet half of the local graveyard is full of dead hobos I had to pay for. I have documents to back that up, but don’t ask to see them.

Did you know there were subplots going on? I am not about to figure those out. I’m watching them, but they are being flushed down my brain toilet. It empties into a sea full of rainbows.

Oh come on, goths don’t do “light as a feather, stiff as a board.” They sew cloaks of eternal sadness from the broken dreams a thousand cursed doves.

For $400, George ended up with a bag of hobo ashes. There are only two things to do with hobo ashes. Drink them or snort them. Either way, they’re going into you.