February 29th. An oddity every four years. A blip on the calendar. A major event in “Supernatural” history.
You have to wonder about the poor saps that sat in Morton House at midnight this morning, not seeing any scary ghost or vicious slaying by demented homeowner. While we “Supernatural” fans would love to give credit to Sam and Dean Winchester for the ghost eradication and closure for all the victims, the real hero was none other than a poor dead gay intern.
It was a daring mission, but this young team of misfits known as the Ghostfacers were ready for their first outing to take on the grizzliest ghost legend that February 29th had to offer. The Morton House. They had their equipment, their cameras, their incessant planning, even if a garage door and a clueless dad got in their way.
Let’s take some time to remember in snippets the torrid events of four years past when the Ghostfacers lost one of their very own. When Dean and Sam Winchester could get away with flipping off the camera and swearing like sailors. When the term â€œputting on your party hatâ€ went to whole new disturbing levels. When a new cutting edge reality show came just in time for the awful Hollywood writers strike:
That day was loaded with plenty of drama and excitement. There was the first spotting of a supernatural phenomenon, the death echo:
People facing their inner fear:
“I don’t really like rats. They’re gross. Rats are like the rats of the world.”
Embracing a long lost heritage:
â€œI am 15/16th Jew, 1/16th Cherokee. My grandfather is a mohel, my great-grandfather was a talis maker, my great-great grandfather was a degenerate gambler and had a peyote addiction.â€
There were those bits of brotherly tension:
Sam: Well, it’s 12:04, Dean. You good? You happy?
Dean: Yeah, I am happy.
Sam: ”Let’s go hunt the Morton House,” you said, “it’s our Grand Canyon”.
Dean: Sam, I don’t wanna hear it.
Sam: You got two months left. Instead we’re gonna die tonight.
Awkward birthday parties:
â€œItâ€™s my party and I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to…â€ Nothing more disturbing than a forced party hat by a lonely ghost.
There was some sexual tension…
…And um, er, other kinds of tension.
Sam: That explains why all the death echos are here. Their bodies are here, somewhere in the house.
(point still lost on Ed and Harry).
Dean: Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue…to play.
Ed and Harry: EWWW!
There were inside jokes:
“Hey! Aren’t they those assholes from Texas?”
The sinister appearance of the anti-Impala:
Acts of bravery:
“Ed, youâ€™ve got to go be gay for that poor dead Intern. You got to send him into the light.”
And letâ€™s not forget lifeâ€™s lessons learned:
“Here we were, thinking we were teaching you, and all this time you were teaching us… about heart, about dedication, andâ€¦ about how gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Thank you Alan J. Corbett.”
All in all, despite the tragic losses, it was mission accomplished:
“I mean, it’s bizarre how y’all able to, to honor Corbett’s memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done.”
So hereâ€™s to you Ghostfacers and your groundbreaking stand at the Morton House. Februrary 29th will never be the same again. Thank God only happens every four years.
Join me at 9pm ET on Twitter (@WinFamBusiness) as I rewatch the season three episode “Ghostfacers” on iTunes and live tweet during the viewing. It’ll be a fond way to remember this special day. Do it for Corbett.