I've been wanting to post this for a while. Not necessarily to share it, but more so that I can have it. Some things are just worth keeping.
I am a big fan of the FX television series "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia". It is an absurd, often times raunchy, off-beat show; a kind of "If the people in the TV show Friends were scumbags". You can watch the whole series, as I have, via Hulu (and likely other streaming platforms). You can learn more about the series HERE.
Towards the very end of the last episode, there was a scene that I was completely unprepared for; granted that there is a lot that comes out of left field when it comes to Always Sunny...think guns, drinking green paint, huffing, rum ham, crowtein, anything MyPoyles related, etc. Yet what I saw in the scene, well, it actually meant a lot to me.
By way of set-up, the character Charlie finally meets his actual father, who then dies. Charlie goes on a quest to honor a tradition that involves taking his father's body to a certain place. Here's the scene...
...I could have said most of those words about my own father.
Legacies are complicated things.
