Is it possible that I am some sort of angel of death for quality television programming? I begin watching a show from the first episode (I think that's the key) and fall in love with its characters and quirky originality. Critics rave about the show, I set my DVR, choruses of angels and bluebirds sing.
Then the network brutally axes the show mid-storyline, offering vague promises of "a movie or comic book that will tie things up," and I never hear anything again.
RIP Pushing Daisies. (And Veronica Mars. And My So-Called Life. Etc.)