Aww, man. I was totally going to see Marley and Me, the crappy attempt at a shitty feel good Christmas movie starring Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson, but now that I know the ending…well, what’s the point?
I wonder if at the end of the movie, when the dog dies, if Jennifer Aniston’s character turns to Owen Wilson and says, "Speaking of dead stuff…Hey, remember that time you tried to kill yourself and now everyone pretends it didn’t happen, but secretly, in the back of their mind’s, everyone’s waiting for you to try and kill yourself again? Why did you try to kill yourself, anyway? Seems kinda like a bitch move. Are you a bitch, Owen? Are you? Are you gonna go home and try to kill yourself cause I called you a little bitch? You know who’s not a little bitch? Kurt Cobain. You know why? Cause he "actually" killed himself. He didn’t "try." You know who "tries" to kill themselves? Little bitches who want attention. I guess that makes you a little bitch, then, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought. Little bitch." (I’m pretty sure that’s what she’d say.)