Tonight was a momentous occasion.
After tonight Monty Python has passed on. The group is no more, ceased to be, expired, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible, they're bleedin' demised. But don't worry, it's just a flesh wound.
The remaining Pythons have declared tonight's Monty Python Live (Mostly) to be their last performance as a group. No more knights who say "Ni", no more unladen swallows, no more silly walks. Actually the silly walks stopped awhile back (arthritis is a bitch.)
The show was sentimental without requiring the use of insulin to counteract it, and the Pythons seemed to be having a wonderful time together. (My favorite moment was when Cleese and Palin went off script in the dead parrot sketch and made each other laugh.) Tributes to Graham Chapman were appropriately dark and hilarious rather than maudlin.
It was a very Monty Python way to go out.
"What have you got to lose? you know, you come from nothing -you're going back to nothing what have you lost? Nothing!"
Thanks for all the laughs, Pythons. Always look on the bright side of life.
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