Last night, HBO’s the Flight of the Conchords passed away. If you would permit me, I would like to read from a statement released by Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement, which I think expresses things more beautifully than I ever could (and also expresses them very officially. It is as much a death certificate as it is a statement).
Bret, Jemaine and James (co-creator/director) said “we’ve noticed the less we say about the future of the show, the more people want to talk about it, so in an effort to reverse this trend we are today announcing that we won’t be returning for a 3rd season. We’re very proud of the two seasons we made and we like the way the show ended. We’d like to thank everyone who helped make the show and also everyone who watched it. While the characters Bret and Jemaine will no longer be around, the real Bret and Jemaine will continue to exist.
Flight of the Conchords has touched countless lives with their gently hilarious back-and-forth banter about hair helmets and unrequited love, not to mention their signature dance music. Today, let us not focus on how bad I am at (fake) eulogizing. Instead let us celebrate life the way that the Flight of the Conchords did (for 11 hours over the course of two years?). Let us fear the robots and let us take all our clothes off if that is what we are into.
Goodbye, Flight of the Conchords. You will be missed. You are in heaven now, appearing sporadically for handfuls of Sundays in a row on Heaven Box Office for the angels who subscribe. “It’s not TV, it’s Heaven BO.”