Every time I see episode 2.13 of Scrubs, my heart gets happy. Is it because the pen explodes on the janitor? No. Is it because Turk asks a little boy to imagine men in his body trying to push the dookie out? No. But that does make me happy... Is it the Tod's killer line, "If I'm so gay, why do I work out so much?" (Killer.) Nope.
It's the ending. Colin Hay soothes the soul. I hope that when I die I get a chance to put on a ballgown and sing. I might not sing "Waiting for My Real Life to Begin," but you can be assured that it will be something almost as beautiful. (Maybe when I die, my voice will magically become beautiful?)
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