Then you were saved from a few years of ignorant viewing trying to divine some purpose and actual story to the thing.
Unmitigated RIPOFF. It rambled on for years, each episode revealing a ‘veil’ and adding another. Fantastic sensationalized horsesh!t by a team of writers who undoubtedly were stoned to their gills, each week pulling fantasia from their keesters. Viewership finally dwindled some or the producers caught their addicted writers during one of their “creation” sessions, or something..who knows.
Anyway, it came time to wrap all that priors years’ crap into some kind of coherent story baseline. The bottom line last episode......they were ALL dead and somewhere in the afterlife - they wouldn’t even say “heaven”.
Think “Dallas” and the Bobby Shower Scene and the “it was all a dream” sequence. Then drop two tons of horsesh!t on that, bake it; smoke it along with some Peyote, weed; do a few lines of coke, and then shoot up a needlefull and you have this series’ “coherent storyline.”
I feel like I was raped by that series.
The way you looked in you snuggle you were asking for it