There was nary a dry eye at the San Francisco Castro video bar last night where they showed the final episode. Witty and poignant to the end, W&G will be sorely missed.

I agree that Karen and Jack made the show, but I disagree with Lauerman's statement that Will and Grace were forgettable. Or atleast half the statement. I think Deborah Messing is AMAZING, on par with Lucille Ball in terms of comic timing, physical humor, and an ability to push boundaries and laugh at herself. McCormack, on the other hand, was always too brittle, shrill, cruel, and prissy for my taste. I never warmed up to him and never bought his supposedly genuine sincere moments.

I hated Will and Grace - not for its skewed celebration of Homosexuality, but for its celebration of a bunch of rich, vapid Manhattanites who were too self-absorbed to see beyond their own petty needs.

I vastly preferred That 70s Show - as lumpen and vulgar as it was, it had real heart and a series arc (stoner kids killing time in a suburban backwater) that most Americans can identify with.

Will and Grace was lame. That 70s Show was great.

Why no Series Finale wrap up?

Homos invade America! Acting permitted, writing wonderful, the legend, Jimmy Burroughs directs, gay themes attended - more disproportionately - hetero human beings attended.

This landmark in television has surpassed even "I Love Lucy" as the place America dared to hear the truth: people are really just about the same, no matter their love interest or cultural expression. Is this the straw that broke the camel into an oasis of social change?

The culture and religious war ongoing in America has been moved by this show of gay acceptance.

Less people will probably die out of fear by bigots, more children will probably feel less ashamed of their feelings toward samesex others and the government will not be able to ignore the popular response to outrageous characters who bring out the worst, and best, in us all.

This show and its final curtain call snagged victory out of the jaws of defeatism and low-handed evildoers who hate human beings.

Congratulations are in high order to the brave supporters and even network execs who had the balls and vagina to allow real artistic expression to flow - from a minority to a new majority of well- wishers.

I agree with the Lucille Ball assessment, especially after remembering the show where she wears one of those water-filled bras to an art gallery, hoping to impress an old squeeze that she runs into. Naturally, they puncture and shoot out thin jets of water while Will tries unsuccessfully to stop the waterworks by slapping his hands right up onto Grace's aqua-bosoms.

Oh, and the show where Grace, Will, and Jack all felt each other up.

And Debbie Reynolds as Grace's mother. And Veronica Cartwright as Jack's mother, who had no idea he was gay (promtping Karen to ask incredulously: "What, is she headless?"). And Bobby Cannavale as Will's doofus squeeze (the second doofus gay squeeze he's played, he played another one in the Bollywood-lit flick "The Guru".) And... and... and...

and everything.

That travesty of "comedy" should have been put out of its misery, or sold to UPN, years ago. I mean how many times can you rehash the gay joke and still be funny?

Eventhough I had stopped watching the show for the past year or so (mainly because of Will and Grace's destructive behavior towards each other), I have to comment on how much I feel that the show was a vehicle for more acceptance of the gay community.

As much as the Will and Grace characters "got on my nerves", I need to remember that they were the ideal vehicle for Jack and Karen to ride.

That's a TV first.

Besides, I'd watch just to see Rosario and Karen rip each other "new ones". ;)

Like the millions who laughed through tears at the final episode ever of "Will & Grace," I was left with a slightly empty feeling of not being entertained enough. Most of the best "W&B" eps had me heaving with laughter, exhausted from trying to breathe through the next punch line. But this one was different. Rather than give us the best-ever-written-ever-episode-ever to cap off the series, the writers and producers pushed us through a generations' worth of tsouris and improbable story lines. How sad that the two main characters lost touch for so many years! And, yeah, right...their kids live across the hall from each other at college (didn't get the uber-Irish look of Grace's daughter, although Will's son was a good match to his daddy) and then--golly!--get married! Jack and Karen retreat to a gilded prison and boring lives. Beverly Leslie, in a scenelet worthy of classic Hollywood weepies, scarily approaches a windy balcony and flies off to...where? Neverland? Then add the nutty dream sequence at the beginning of the show and the whole thing becomes a mass of makeup tricks sweetened with canned laughter. The thing must've taken three days to shoot. Seeing the group "old" at the end of the show made me sadder still, but credit goes to whomever agreed to show the characters in their current guises in the last shot. Overall, I'm saddened to see this gem retire. Sadder still that the sendoff was so sad.

It is true that Will & Grace was groundbreaking in that it was the first sucessful, highly rated comedy with gay characters. The reason it was so successful was that it was watered down so the audience was not too challenged with new things, and yes, the writing was very funny. Keep them laughing.

But Will and Grace were intimates in every way but sex. Will and Jack were seen kissing more women than men. Jack even had a son, and married a woman, not to mention some suggestive flirting with Karen. That's all not very gay behaviour.

I never saw myself in Will & Grace, or anyone I know. And frankly they seemed more like spoiled rich kids from Southern California than New Yorkers.