Last week Kara and I watched the final episode of Arrested Development. We’d stretched watching the three seasons of the show over two years. We felt guilty that we were not among the loyal fans of the show when it was on the air. But like so many people we only came to know of Arrested Development after the fact. How lame is that! COME ON!

Buster, we will miss your one-handed mama’s boy hilarity.

George, we will miss your fanatical drive to stay out of prison even though it was the only place you really belonged.

Lucille, we will miss your pre-lunch vodka rituals.

Gob, we will miss you accidentally spraying lighter fluid on strangers and then explaining how the magic trick should have worked with enough flare to last any normal human being a lifetime.

Lindsey, we will miss your sad attempts at flirting.

Michael, we will miss your constant need to be a better dad than your own… and how you always find a way to mess it up.

George Michael, we will miss you boyish awkwardness (actually we probably won’t because you’re in tons of movies these days reprising that part).

Tobias, we will miss all the ways in which you would unknowingly speak in innuendo.

Maybe, we will miss seeing all of your below average B-movies and their theme park offshoots.