Manā atmiņā diezgan spēcīgi iespiedusies kāda aina no seriāla Bīstamās mājsaimnieces, kura ataust atmiņā ikreiz, kad redzu, dzirdu par nāvi. Šodien noskatoties visai savdabīgu filmu Melanholija, kura beidzās traģiski, atkal atmiņā uzvirmoja tie pāris teikumi, tāpēc tagad padalīšos ar vienu no, manuprāt, spilgtākajām ainām no seriāla:
And that is how Wisteria Lane came to be my final resting place; my ashes were spread over grass I had once walked on, beneath trees that had once given me shade, on top of roses I once admired, and beside fences I once gossipped over; and after my friends have finished saying goodbye, a wind came along, and took what was left of me into the air; as I looked down on the world, I began to let go of it; I let go of white picket fences, and cars, and driveways, coffee cups, and vacuum cleaners; I let go of all those things which seem so ordinary, but when you put them together they make up a life, a life that really was one of a kind; I’ll tell you something: it’s not hard to die when you know you have lived, and I did, oh how I lived!
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