I’m sure that with all of tomorrow’s returns, I’ll have a lot to say. But today — as I’m sure you’re aware if you are a human who watches this show and possesses a soul — was effing gut-wrenching, and I don’t have it in me to respond with more than this:
RIP, EDWARD QUARTERMAINE
Does it even need to be said that AJ’s speech about how he’d finally turned his life around or Michael finally telling Edward he loved him was heartbreaking today? Or that just looking at Jane Elliot’s face was almost more than I could take?
(His last word was “Lila,” guys. I can’t even– Sorry. Gonna have to go cry more now.)
Farewell, Edward Quartermaine. You were an institution unto yourself. Sometimes fearsome, and almost always harshest with those you loved the most (and they with you). But your cantankerousness was only matched by the big, soft heart you hid underneath:
And farewell John Ingle, who’s been a huge part of my soap life for most of the last 20 years. You will both be missed.