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Wow..what a perfect poem (Yeat's The Second Coming) to sum up the inevitable end to the Sopranos themselves and to the series itself. At least this week saw a temporary reprieve from death, though the unintentional dental work done to the fella who insulted Meadow was pretty brutal. True dat, Heather, Tony et all have gotten off easy from the viewer's judgment...but it is now time to face the music. The fat lady is a'singing!