WELL, AS IF we haven’t had to put up with enough heartbreak from the entertainment world this week, now it’s been confirmed that Downton Abbey’s next season will be its last.
Here’s why this is the worst news ever:
No more…. Lady Mary taking off and putting on hats
Such grace, such poise, such stink eye.
No more… trying to tell Lady Mary’s suitors apart
They’re all brown-haired, the same height, with the same kind face.
No more… hoping that Cousin Matthew might still come back from the dead
Cast those brown-haired dolts aside, Mary, and wait for Matthre to rise again.
No more… hoping the same for Sybil
Dear, sweet Irish mechanic-loving Sybil. Taken too soon.
We’d take a zombie Sybil over that awful teacher Branson was trotting around with any day.
No more… dog’sarse in the credits
No more… zingers from the Dowager Countess
No more… forgetting what Carson’s name is
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(His name’s Charlie, and we’ve known that since the very first season)
No more… waiting for a Carson/Mrs Hughes sex scene
We all know you were, you sickos.
No more… enjoying The Lamps of Downton Abbey on Tumblr
One of our favourite Tumblrs.
