There are a few things that are certain and guaranteed in life.
Death is one of them.
Paying taxes is another one (just ask any average working stiff about that).
Growing old is yet another one.
So I'm not shedding any tears for the demise of the "Trailer Park Boys" for the simple reason that the show has run its course.
I knew for the fact that one way or another, Ricky, Julian, Bubbles and company will grow up.
I knew that Season 7 would be the final one.
You could see the outcome in the last episode: the trio hardly smiled throughout the series, yet in the very last scene, they all found an epiphany, a closure, a new beginning.
It may also be because that final episode of that season featured one of the last appearances of Denny Doherty of the Mamas and Papas (and the "Theodore Tugboat" series, BTW).
There is something about the number 7 being the lucky number.
Maybe after 7 years of bad luck, the beleaguered denizens of Sunnyvale Trailer Park were just looking forward to moving on, beyond the bottle tossing, the dope growing, J-Roc's endless schemes and 'hood intentions, Lucy's fake boobs, stray kitties, Julian's ubiquitous rum'n'coke (check out the original "Trailer Park Boys" movie for the origin - it ain't that pretty), Randy's well-exposed cheeseburger-belly...
Maybe, it's because we all grew up, out and beyond.
We could all relate to the people at Sunnyvale: they were like us, with faults, shortcomings, dreams, ambitions.
But there could only be so many stories to create, tell, portray. Eventually, everything that had to be said and done, has been filmed, edited, released, syndicated, put out on DVD and shown again in edited reruns.
So, thanks and G-d Bless to all those who participated for one fucking hell of a good run.
TBP was part of the spirit of the age. Let's keep it that way.
Because, eventually, we'll soon get too old for that shit.