I was writing up tomorrow’s TNG marathon for Tor.com, and I realized I will cry TWICE tomorrow if I watch this marathon. One is justified (“You are the bird,” I am not even sorry, okay?), and comes at a point in the series when it was tackling big issues instead of rehashing old Original Series episodes.

Should I spend Christmas blubbering over Tasha Yar’s badly-acted and awkwardly-written holographic will? No. Will I? Dude, please, of course I will. I’m already sobbing as I write this, just in preparation for being sad tomorrow.

I can’t swear to this, since it’s been years, but I have a distinct memory of Wil Wheaton wearing a sweater with a rainbow on it, possibly even to the funeral. If this happens, I think I’ll be laughing too hard to cry.

ETA: IT HAPPENS. My memory is insane. I can’t remember where my high school best friend lived, but I remember the rainbow sweater from Tasha Yar’s funeral in an episode I haven’t seen in fifteen years.

(Thanks to Heather for the video evidence!)