It was wonderful.
The four main characters:
The busty blonde,
the forlorn P.I. who yearns for his lost child
The love intrest having died long ago
And a quiet man with the ability to manipulate death.
...And instead of going all film-Noir or Sin-Sity about it, they go happy-merry-sunshine about the whole thing, and pull it off without being utterly disturbing.
I mean, really. Only this show could shoot down, "So is this what it is or is that really a rolling pin under your apron?" by actually having him pull an apron out from under his apron.
It can get away with so much mistreatment and humiliation of dead things with such a lighthearted attitude.
Sometimes I like to think about myself like that: Merry Sunshine wrapped up in black leather and a mild loathing of most of Humanity.
My point is: Don't insult it if you never watched it, and if you do and it doesn't appeal to you, at least recognise that it was one of the most unusual shows America has produced in a long time.
Also, I have to say this for any other fans of cheerfully morbid shows:
Dead Like Me is coming back! Direct-to-DVD for now (scheduled for Febuary), but what I've read is that it is a series of movies, and possibly a new season.