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So by now we've all heard the bad news. As of February 22nd,
The O.C. will be no longer. Cancelled. Kaput. Axed. Should I have seen the writing on the wall when Hercules himself was guest starring and Julie was running a Prostitution ring? Maybe. But it doesn't make the news any easier to deal with. But I've had some time, and I've stopped wearing black, the mirrors are uncovered, and I've officially stopped taking Shiva calls. Sure it taken me Summer rage blackout mixed with a Marissa poolside freak-out/Season 2 bender to get here, but I'm in the land of acceptance. After the death blow of Everwood last year, nothing hurts anymore. So let's revel in what little precious time we have left, shall we? Perhaps it would've been easier if the show was cancelled last season, when it was horrible, or next year, when it inevitably started to suck again (Special Guest Star: Oliver! Johnny back from the dead! The annoying half-sister from Chicago!), but I say let's be happy that this show is actually going out on a high note (Josh Schwartz has gone on record saying that they've prepared for the series finale, and there will be closure when the 16 episode season comes to an end).
In what has become classic O.C. fashion Summer and Seth are having similar conversations with their respective confidants (in this case Ryan and Taylor) about not wanting to get married. In what has also become slightly more annoying O.C. fashion, they decide that neither wants to be the one to break the news to the other, and when they meet up to "confront" each other, they instead pick Ryan as the Best Man and Taylor as the Maid of Honor. Ouch, even from the great beyond, that's got to sting Coop just a bit.