Denny we hardly knew ye...
Damn you, writers of "Grey's Anatomy"! A pox on thee and your houses for squandering ink and paper in order to kill off dear Denny in such a cruel and cavalier manner. Did he not lie abed and endure the all indignities of his illness? Yea, the catheter and the backless hospital gown sought to bring him low, but they could not do it. So you summoned your demonic muses in order to concoct a lonely death for our hero and because you did, we weep openly and unashamed.
Still...cast your eyes upon his last moments in the arms of his beloved. Even in death, is he not fair? Though the breath has been snatched from his lips, are they not full and shapely? His noble brow from which death can ne'er alter the manly architecture rests fair upon the pillow. The soft shadow his lashes make upon his rosy cheek belies the Reaper's touch.
Cry not for his absence, my friends, for Showtime's "Weeds" is still yours for the asking and he speaks as a voice from beyond the grave. Indeed, his presence can be also felt on the Supernatural. Hie thee quickly and without delay to JeffreyDeanMorgan.Net and let your hearts be calmed.