Depressed. That’s how Supernatural’s "Funeralia” made me feel. Really. I can’t shake it.
There were two concurrent plotlines in “Funeralia”. The first was Castiel’s story – Heaven, Naomi, 9 angels left in all of the universe and the brown outs of Heaven. This story was about hopelessness, giving up and death. It was also highly problematic in its canon content but let’s save that for later.
The other story line was Rowena’s – pain, power, family, friendship. While the basis of this story was a parent’s grief, it was the more beautiful of the two stories. It was based in raw emotion, seeking redemption for mistakes and finding compassionate support from friends who understand remorse from their own transgressions.
NOW: It's a fancy art gallery in Portland, Oregon. Rowena, in a classy black gown, is enjoying a drink with her male companion when her phone rings. It's Sam, Dean, and Cas calling from the bunker. They need her to help rescue their family and confront the archangel Michael. Rowena stays flirty and friendly but isn't interested in helping. She calls them her beautiful Musketeers and hangs up, then approaches a society lady, gushes about meeting her, but then quietly references a newspaper article. This bothers the woman, but Rowena sweeps away after leaving her purse for the woman to hold. She dances a dramatic tango with her large companion; then, during one dramatic dip, her eyes glow purple and her hand shoots out. The woman bursts into flame and burns alive.
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