Dear Fox

Here are the several options I was willing to accept for Marissa Cooper's death:

(1) Marissa spontaneously combusts in the middle of graduation.

(2) Marissa is crushed as the model home dramatically and suddenly collapses on top of her (and catches on fire).

(3) Marissa starts boozing it up again, her flask catches on fire, and she explodes in a vodka-soaked flame of glory.

(4) Marissa starts boozing it up again, her flask is lit on fire by her sister, and she explodes in a vodka-soaked flame of glory.

I also would have accepted anything else involving Marissa actually catching on fire or having her life stolen by her mini-me little sister.

But no...

First you take away Arrested Development and then you take away the fiery explosive death that I was clearly entitled to after an hour of watching your craptacular nighttime soap.

I hate you.