The Ending of Blackadder

The Ending of Blackadder

The ending of Blackadder was the saddest show ending I’ve ever seen. The show is hysterically funny for four seasons. It’s just, laugh, after laugh, after laugh. Rowan Atkinson, Hugh Laurie, Stephen Fry, all in their prime. It’s magnificent. Then the final episode comes. And humor just… leaves the scene.
Suddenly, it’s dark. And heart-wrenching. There’s still some jokes, but they’re no longer jokes aimed at the public — the men are now just trying to cheer one another up. But it isn’t cheery, it isn’t happy, it’s just, sad. All these episodes, Atkinson’s Captain Blackadder has been trying to avoid “going over”. Baldrick, his dim-witted by overly enthusiastic comrade-in-arms, has come up with what he describes as “a cunning plan” in every episode so far. It never is cunning, of course. And it never works.

This time, Baldrick doesn’t have a cunning plan. He calls it, for the first time, just “a plan”. The men are resigned to their fate. Even the running jokes fall flat, and they no longer take heart from them. Hugh Laurie’s George says “so we are, in fact, going over. This is, as they say… it.” Captain Blackadder wishes his men good luck. Blows his whistle. And over, they go. And as they run over, in slowmotion, a nostalgic tune starts playing. The scene fades. The trenches disappear. And a field of poppies appears.

It’s apparant that they all died in the charge. The final episode of Blackadder was aired around Remembrance Day in the United Kingdom. It was unexpectedly emotional, and the ending was even played as part of a serious commemoration of Armistice Day on it’s 80th anniversary in 1998 — highly unusual for a comedy show. Because in the final three minutes… Blackadder wasn’t comedy anymore; it was more. It was a beautiful, tragic tribute to the futility of war.

Pooh and Piglet Visit Eeyore

Pooh and Piglet Visit Eeyore

“It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

Pooh looked at Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?” “We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There.

No more; no less.”