I finally got to the ending of How I Met Your Mother and DIE TED MOSBY! DIE!
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!
SPOILER ALERTS So season 8 has been pretty awful in every way possible. Getting through it was like eating light bulbs. It was like trying to pass a golf ball sized kidney stone along with the wrist watch your doctor accidentally sewed up inside your bladder. It was as grindtastic as possible without actually getting an appendage caught in a meat grinder (and in retrospect I kind of wish I had had that happen instead).
So everything I liked about the show was gone and replaced with everything I hated about it. Gone was Barney Stinson hilarious playboy. Instead we get Barney Stinson, blushing groom. Gone was Lily and Marshal, generally cool couple and funny reality check. Instead we get Lily and Marshal fighting, remaking Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, and trying to prove which of them could be the biggest doormat. Honestly, those were the only parts of the show I liked. Of course the parts I hated were still in full effect. Ted Mosby, the poorest excuse for a male since Hedwig, was all over the screen like vomit on a prom dress and the story, normally at least pretending to take place in a regular pacing, crammed 22 episodes over three days with flash backs, flash forwards, and flash sideways like Doctor Who was tripping acid.
Then we finally get to the ending and after meeting his dream mother that we sat through 8 seasons listening to him whine about only to find out that after spawning his children she…dies? THERE IS NO MIDDLE FINGER BIG ENOUGH TO PROPERLY EXPRESS MY FEELINGS FOR THIS ENDING! 
Whoever wrote that “twist” needs to be strapped down to Dexters kill table in order to pay for the crime of murdering my faith in humanity (image courtesy of the my collection of Dexter t shirts). Oh, in other twists that make me hope the show writers all burn in hell Barney and Robin get divorced, Barney knocks up some bimbo and transforms into super dad, and the series ends with Ted once again asking out Robin. This whole thing screams of wanting to have your cake and eat it too.
In summary, Ted Mosby die and writers burn in hell. Thank you.
the Infamous Dave Inman
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