Foray into Science Fiction Fandom (12)

An amusing angle of the vaguely science-fiction portrays those who are already dead. I know of two brilliant shows which fall under this category: Dead Like Me and Pushing Daisies. For some reason, both also feature girls with typically masculine nicknames. The main character in DLM is called "George," and the love interest in PD is called "Chuck."

There are objections to the former, which include an excessive use of strong language (much like you'd hear at, say, a construction site), but it's still worth a serious giggle if you're not too discerning. This entry shall include two lists, one for each of these brilliant shows.

Ways Dead Like Me makes me giggle:

Killed by a toilet seat. A tree full of toilet seats. A pet toad. Frankenfruity. Herbig, like "herbig blue eyes." The Burro. A Metermaid who invented leg warmers. Der Waffle Haus. Mandy Potenkin (I'm certain I misspelled that). Jumping. Night of the Dead. A Schizophrenic boyfriend. Drug Mule. Taxidermy. Cookies. Bacon. Stickinotes.

The show ended quite poignantly, with some profound revelations and great dramatic moments, but for dark humor, it can't really be beaten.

Ways Pushing Daisies warms my heart: "Birdhouse in your Soul." The Pie Hole. The Pie Hos. Baking pies he can't eat. Anti-depressants. Cheese-box. Seran Wrap. Play-dough. City bees. The smell of death. Wilfred Woodruff. "The Fun in Funeral." Drowning in taffy. Wooden leg. Olive singing. Holding hands. Those brilliant sixties outfits. Cod? Darling Mermaid Darlings. Bulemic Dandelion. Worried for the squirrel. The brilliant lines, and well-timed delivery in some of the wackiest scenes ever concocted.

These are the only two shows I know that feature the undead. Pushing Daisies is the sweetest show I've seen in years, with some of the best writing, filming, and acting. It's not only beautiful, it's largely harmless (which Dead Like Me can't really claim). I'd recommend it to anyone with a sense of humor or a heart.

Has anyone heard of any others?

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