About a month ago, I noticed that a Ricky Gervais show on Netflix called After Life came out with its second season.
In early January 2020, I told my wife Melissa about Ricky's monologue as he hosted the Golden Globes. Here's a link to the entire monologue, which is quite hilarious. Unless you're a Hollywood snob. Which, in that case, you may be offended and will probably storm off into the corner to pout. Anyway, after telling her about what he said near the end, she chuckled, smiled, and said, "I've always thought he was funny."
Hard to believe now on the timing, but she passed roughly ten days later.
Back to After Life. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, but I wanted something short and light. Each season had six episodes, and they were less than 30 minutes each. Perfect. I wasn't in the right mind for anything less.
It didn't take long for the show to hit me right in the gut. You see, the main character, played by Gervais, had just lost his wife from cancer. He was dealing with grief. Now, as a recent widower, I know that grief takes many forms. And what Gervais did in After Life was brilliant. The acting and writing was remarkable, and the storylines took me to places I didn't quite expect--and that's a good thing. Stories should do that, to be more effective. I won't spoil anything here. You have to watch it for yourself.
It didn't take long for me to finish both seasons. I shed quite a few tears, while at the same time laughed my butt off. I'm giving myself a little breather before I watch the show again.
And again.
Thank you Ricky.
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