The extraordinary Breaking Bad ended last night in a finale as brutal, tender, complex, literate, thoughtful, visually stunning and occasionally witty as all that came before. Morality play, contemporary tragedy, dark critique of America's drug wars, capitalist hungers and faltering health care all in one, or just damn powerful drama, it was the best show on TV (also the only one we watched) with some of the finest fimmmaking - writing, acting, directing, editing and cinematography - ever. As its creators and many commentators noted, it carefully wrapped up many loose narrative and moral ends, with its good-guy-turned-mostly-bad-guy hero even achieving a modest redemption. (Still, how did he get the $9 million into the trunk of that car?) But go Jesse, bitch! Will there ever again be a teevee show that uses Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass as such a pivotal plot point? For those of you still wanting more, some scraps from what became a cultural touchstone: Vince Gilligan on why it ended as it did; the science consultant on the ever-constant thread of chemistry knowledge; uber-tough-guy Mike reading fairy tales; hilarious YELP reviews of Los Pollos Hermanos; the bewildered and/or wildly enthusiastic responses to Bricking Bad and other Lego-like recreations of a meth empire; and a brief eloquent comic on why it could only happen in America. RIP, WW.