Oh McGod! George O’Malley is McDead. Commence the McVent. There are several very large lessons to be learned from George’s tragic death. Number 1: Jumping in front of buses is a BAD idea. Number 2!: If the writers of Grey’s Anatomy begin to give your character shitty plot lines, that’s a pretty solid indication that for all fictional standards, you are now on the Death Row of Primetime viewing. I would like to take this time to propose my argument that George O’Malley is dead because they had nothing else interesting to do with his character. Implications for the real world: keep busy and be bizarre so God has reason to keep you written in his plot lines of Planet Earth. Oh the things I have learned from ABC.

Sincerest apologies. This blog is fast becoming far more twisted and morbid than I had ever imagined.

The summary version of the first paragraph is that when it comes to George O’Malley’s tragic death, we all saw it coming. Seriously. There are also those of us (myself et al.) who have tired of Izzie’s ridiculous whining, and fake sex with dead people (who are figments of her imagination), and are wondering why the Grey’s gods didn’t decide to off her messed up fictional self instead. Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve. Seriously.

All I know is, if Izzie starts having delusional dead sex with George, I’m going to officially end my relationship with Grey’s.

This year’s season premiere of Grey’s brought us approximately 40 days of fast-forwarded Grey’s grieving post George mortem. Meredith and Derek spend most of their post Post-It-nuptials-time naked (together). In contrast, Karev and Izzie spend absolutely none of those 40 days naked. So there you have it. Sex to grieve. Withholding sex to grieve. What’s a show these days without character and plot foils anyways? I was, at the very least, happy to see Meredith let loose and cry. I don’t think I can take anymore dark and twisty Meredith with severe commitment issues. I say YES to character development and maturity.

Even the notoriously hardcore Cristina Yang delves into therapy in an attempt to make things work with her sexy soldier man, Owen Hunt. There is just so much growing in this world nowadays, it’s bringing a tear to my eye. Also of growth-note, Lexie Grey (moniker: “Little Grey”) becomes a little-bigger Grey and takes the relationship plunge, finally agreeing to move in with McSteamy. (Yes folks, it’s true! You weren’t just having a McDreamy). Callie Torres and Dr. Arizona Robbins find themselves in extremely similar moral dilemmas, when they are both faced with the Chief’s questionable decisions resulting from Seattle Grace’s fictional struggle with our non-fictionally bad economy. Both women find ways around the Chief’s obnoxious obstinacy — continuing the theme of growth through grief.

The strength of Grey’s sixth season premiere is that the writers made clear efforts to catapult the characters whom we have watched progress and regress for the last five seasons to new levels of maturity, as well as new realms of internal and external conflict. I am grateful that we (hopefully, knock on wood, lest I jinx our lovely characters) will not be faced with the torture of the development and unraveling of the same old and overused character flaws.

I do however, remain extremely skeptical of the apocalyptic note the season premiere ended on — the ominous joining of Seattle Grace and Mercy West. Now it’s every doctor for himself. (Ensue soap opera music.) Watch Darwinism in action as our beloved doctors battle it out for a permanent spot on the newly formed Grace-Mercy team. (These hospital names are just too ironic and clever to ignore.) But gosh, if they start firing our favorite doctors, we’re not going to have a show to watch. Hope this economy gets straightened out soon … it’s even affecting my fiction! McSigh. Stay tuned, kids, it’s going to be interesting. And of course, R.I.P. George.