i'm in love with alan ball.

Exhibit A: Michael C. Hall and Peter Krause as David and Nathaniel Fisher

a word to the wise: don't begin your day by watching reruns of Six Feet Under. despite the fact that two of my favorite men are on this show (see exhibit A), it's still depressing as shit. so yeah, don't do it.
seriously, after finishing the series a couple of months ago, I can't watch a single episode without feeling overwhelmingly depressed. if you've never seen it, though, I urge you to watch it. Yes, urge. it's had such an impact on my life, no exaggeration. you see, i've always had this terrible relationship with death, that is, the death of others; I'm not particularly concerned about my own death. after this show, i felt compelled to establish some sort of new understanding with death. I suppose I'll elaborate on this one day. My point? Watch Six Feet Under. You won't regret it and your life will be incomplete if you choose not to watch.

I should add that I love this show so much that I've decided to name my son (should I have one) Nathaniel. I already love that cheeky bastard Nathaniel Hawthorne, but Mr. Nate Fisher made me love the name even more.