Danielle Burch
Entertainment Editor

A few years ago, a friend of mine sat me down and forced me to watch a show about a serial killer living in Miami. But instead of killing whoever crossed his path, he only killed people who met a specific code. These people tended to be vile people who had done horrible things, like kill people.
At first I didn’t get it. Aren’t serial killers suppose to be the bad guys and not someone who is a vigilante that helps protect people?
Well, I guess Dexter Morgan is the only exception to this stereotype.
This ginger with a dark passenger took over my life. All I watched and talked about was “Dexter.” I even started reading the book series the show is based on over the summer.
That’s why I was especially sad to see my cynical superhero series come to an end this past weekend.
It has been extremely difficult watching this season knowing that my knight in pale white latex gloves wouldn’t be returning to clean up the streets of Miami one murderer at a time.
Fans of the show who have yet to see it, or people who are waiting to watch the season all at once, do not fear. I will not give anything away from this season and, more importantly, the series finale.
Over the years, we have seen the life of Dexter Morgan, a regular run of the mill forensic blood analysis who works for Miami Metro Homicide.
Dexter has come a long way since his first television appearance. He has gone from an emotionally forced, socially awkward guy to a husband with three kids, to a single father with three kids, to a man who found his true love while still maintaining his double life as a serial killer.
The series has taken some extremely unexpected turns throughout its eight seasons, and the last season was no exception. I caught myself feeling more involved with this season more than any other before.
Many questions that viewers had and hadn’t thought about were answered tastefully and brutally.
For those of you who haven’t seen it, prepare to be on the edge of your seat right up to the last seconds of the show. And for those who watch the series, prepare for a season marathon to figure out what the heck just happened.
It’s hard to explain what happens without giving anything away, so I won’t say anything at all other than the series finale had me guessing until the very end.
I am very happy with the ending, but like every good thing that comes to an end, it made me want more.
There have been many great shows that will stand the test of time and I think “Dexter” is one of those.
It can be argued that the show could be one of the best of all time, but we’ll just let the four Primetime Emmy Awards, two Golden Globes and one Screen Actors Guild Award speak for itself as far as ranking.
After 134 “kills,” endless amounts of plastic wrap, and tubs of fake blood, Dexter has put away his syringes and knives. At least, for now.