Dylan…Dillon?

Holy crapoley, is Meredith dead? I know, lame way to start a post.

Sure, the show is called Grey’s Anatomy…but if you’ve read the blogcaps for the last couple of years, or listened to the Official iTunes Grey’s Anatomy Podcast every Friday (“I’m Shonda Rhimes…and I’m Betsy Beers…and we’re…GREY’S ANATOMY!”), it really doesn’t seem like too far-fetched of an idea.

I was talking to my mom last night when the show ended (she’s still in denial about Denny’s death, by the way) and while she went the direction of, “But the show’s all about her!” - I went the other direction. Meredith Grey has done an amazing job, if you think about it, in affecting every single person’s life on the show just by her existence. She’s Cristina’s “person”, for crying out loud.

So if she were to die…and I don’t know what will happen next week except that moron who teased next week’s show called it the “devastating conclusion to this season’s most unforgettable television event”…that sure would take things in a different direction. And, like Lost, Shonda Rhimes has said from the very beginning they have a definitive course set out for each one of the characters. Maybe in this case, Meredith’s role in the story ends in the third season. I know I’d miss her…as it’s nice watching her phenomenally hosed-up life become incrementally less hosed-up every week (very small increments, but still). And, I really need her to learn to fully appreciate her knight in shining whatever.

But, other than that fantabulous “I’m surrounded by hot men” final scene, last night’s episode sure did have it’s share of heart-tugging moments. Izzie saving a man’s life by drilling holes into his head (with a drill you get at, like, Home Depot!), getting off probation and declaring herself a rock star…and talking about her eternal hope, which does not include George’s marriage to Callie.

I did feel like smacking Callie O’Malley upside the head though, because had she just freaking looked at the picture George was trying to show her last week when she went into that hissy “I’m not your wife right now. I have to go into surgery” fit, it would have saved all of us a lot of time and stress. Mom doesn’t think their marriage will last…but in my book, if it keeps George the more-man-than-boy he’s becoming, then stay married. I like George this way, and not all befuddled and trippy. His hair’s even better…not nearly as insurance salesmany as it used to be.

And I have to tell you…I can’t handle the double whammy of watching Derek carry Meredith out of the sound (thanks by the way, for not pulling the cliche of showing him actually diving in) and then watching him sit in the hall and cry, because there’s nothing else he can do for her. And again, there’s got to be a reason the writers are giving Mark Sloan so much more to say…and not say, when a gentle hand on a friend’s arm will suffice.

And…Alex Karev is awesome. Not only did he quickly come up with a plan to help with identifying the bodies, he executed it with the efficiency and speed only Polaroid can provide. How badly did he want that man to be the husband to his Jane Doe? Sure, he can nonchalantly say to George all the death and pain and grief is just part of the job, but when you try to convince a man that his blonde wife might be the brunette on the operating table, all bets are off.

I’m almost afraid to watch next week.