The Sopranos ending made perfect sense and was perfectly appropriate..

DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU WANT SPOILERS.

George Conway e-mails: “You probably don’t even hear it when it happens.” Bobby’s comment to Tony Soprano on the lake, which Tony recalls as he lay on the mattress in the safehouse with an AR-15 assault rifle on his chest, tells us exactly what happened at Holsten’s. We don’t see or hear what happens to Tony because Tony doesn’t see or hear it happen, either.

Which makes perfect sense: the whole saga was about him, about life from his perspective. His desires, his fears. His dreams, his flashbacks, his thoughts. So why would we get to see his lifeless body on the table in a pool of blood? Why would we get to see his brain-matter-spattered family screaming in horror, the way we saw Mrs. Leotardo scream? Why would we even want to see that?

No, all we see is Tony, this murderer whose ordinariness fascinates us as it repels us, with his family in their last moments together, as he passes a large basket of (what else) fried food, listening to an anthem of his youth: “Payin’ anything to roll the dice/Just one more time/Some will win/Some will lose . . . Don’t stop . . .”

And then it stops. Cut to black. Only he didn’t get to see the credits. There was complete closure. It could not have been a more fitting ending. . . .