I’m sure every fan experienced this death differently—most with an incredible amount of ugly cry-heaving. But even now, the morning after, I still can’t get past this point: Grey’s Anatomy has been robbed of any hope for a happy ending. And that just feels unnecessary and cruel.
I say this not as a fanatical Meredith and Derek shipper (really, I’m not), but as a sometimes devoted, sometimes casual fan, and as someone who has watched since the very first episode, when it was clear that at its core, Grey’s was more or less a deeply layered love story about Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd, and all the people in their lives.
Why can’t we have one interview with Chris where they actually talk about Chris? I couldn’t care less about Klaine or Darren. I want to know more about Struck by Lightning, or Chris’ book. I don’t need to know more about Klaine. I learned everything I needed to know about Klaine months ago. So please, people in a position to acquire answers ask questions worth asking. Otherwise shut up, ‘cause NO1CURR.
But as far as the decade-plus-long experience of watching Grey’s? And what we fans expected to see in the very end of this TV show that asked us to care so very much? That’s gone. There will be no happily ever after for Derek and Meredith and their two children.
Of course, that also is the very reason we watch Shonda Rhimes’ shows in the first place: What we expect to happen NEVER happens. It is incredible story-telling. Emotional story telling that makes us feel all the feels—and feel deeply. And Derek Shepard’s death is certainly a TV moment we will never forget.
But I still can’t help myself from wondering: At what price?