‘House’ closes after 8 seasons of healing and pain
Indeed, a fire raged at the real-life warehouse, where House, along with his patient, a heroin addict, had retreated to get high. House appeared to die in the raging inferno. His body was recovered and identified.
A funeral was held.
“He was a healer,” said Wilson in a eulogy that quickly grew bitter: “House was an ass. … He claimed to be on some heroic quest for the truth. But the truth is, he was a bitter jerk who liked making people miserable. And he proved that by dying selfishly, numbed by narcotics, without a thought of anyone.”
But then Wilson was interrupted by a cellphone text message: “SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT.”
Wilson found House sitting on a building stoop, alive and _ by House’s standards _ well. He explained he had escaped from the back of the building, and traded dental records with the patient who had overdosed, whose body was recovered.
“I’m dead, Wilson,” House told his shocked friend. “How do you want to spend your last five months?”
The two were last seen out in the countryside on their motorcycles.
“When the cancer starts getting really bad _” Wilson began, but House cut him off.
“Cancer’s boring,” House said and flashed a little grin. They rode off.
For House, boring had always been life’s least tolerable state. The finale _ the series’ 177th episode _ served well as a reminder: “House” seldom was.
Frazier Moore is a national television columnist for The Associated Press. He can be reached at fmoore(at)ap.org and at http://www.twitter.com/tvfrazier