When Marc Cherry said an Oceanic airplane would crash on Wisteria Lane, he didn’t say that in the way that we sometimes refer to the street when we really mean the entire show. No, he meant that the plane actually crashes on Wisteria Lane. Well, on some houses, to be exact.
Now I’ve studied these photos. I’ve zoomed in and tried to search for clue within the debris, and then — after I realized I couldn’t find anything anyway — I decided that I didn’t want to know who dies. For some unknown reason, for probably the first time in my life, I can wait until Chanukah to see what Chanukah Harry got me (instead of shaking all the presents in search of Totally Hair Barbie).
I want to be surprised. The end.