If you were like us, you spent last night watching Six Feet Under's series finale .. on TiVo.

It's not that we didn't want to watch it live (especially after HBO publicity continually dismiss us from their press screenings), but after sitting through a recklessly amateur display of theatre otherwise known as Sex with Jake Gyllenhaal, blogga needed a drink at a dive bar, ya hear?

Not that we're here to offer cultural criticism or anything (we leave that to the much more skilled), but last night's burial of HBO's boy wonder SFU was so puissant, it's not only Jeff Zucker who'll be quivering in front of his bosses as superstar series pass on.

With just Rome on the way, HBO Entertainment prez Carolyn Strauss made a smart move ordering up a few more episodes of The Sopranos — she'll have one more year to deliver a round of Emmy nods before anyone notices the shit hitting the air conditioner.

So in case anyone is listening to our personal opinion, last night's Six Feet Under funeral was super-duper. Now on to our usual dose of crass.