Another Little Buffy Post.

I just watched the episode of Buffy in which her mother has died and been buried. The rest of the team have all done their duty by way of support and the matter is now closed – except to Buffy’s kid sister, Donna. Donna wants her mommy back, and contrives to find a resurrection spell in furtherance of her wishes. Some of the team know this and try to dissuade her in half-hearted manner, but Donna is nothing if not determined. And so she completes the spell.

Fortunately, just as mommy’s animated corpse is about to appear, Buffy’s emotional outburst with regard to the strain engendered by her familial responsibilities convinces Donna that the exercise was unnecessary after all and she reverses the spell. End of tonight’s story.

I was becoming increasingly irritated through the whole thing because I couldn’t understand why nobody – not even Giles who is at least an intelligent and erudite Englishman – didn’t just tell dopey Donna to read The Monkey’s Paw by WW Jacobs, and then they could have saved the cost of a whole episode.

(The Monkey’s Paw is a classic, by the way, and well worth the read if you’re interested in that sort of thing. Oh, and Anya's odds in the desirability stakes continue to shorten.)