We should probably just dedicate the rest of this month to Breaking Bad right now and be done with it, because really, no one is going to talk about ANYTHING ELSE until probably October. Or November, depending on what happens during the series finale this Sunday. The most recent addition to the conversation: This essay by the doomed Jane Margolis herself, Krysten Ritter, published by Vulture to break our hearts about Jane's death all over again. Excuse me while I go sob into a pillow, here's an excerpt in which Ritter explains what it was like to shoot that death scene with Aaron Paul:
I could feel [Aaron Paul's] hot tears falling on me. I wanted to cry, too. It was overwhelming. I thought if I were dead this is what it would be like. Someone would be trying to revive me, people might be sad, shocked, scared (okay, maybe a happy ex-boyfriend or two). Imagining my real-life loved ones reacting to my own real-life death is intense. It was such a scary and powerful thing to experience when, technically, I wasn't supposed to be experiencing anything. I was supposed to be dead. Even now, years later, I get a lump in my throat when I think about it — but it's hard to know whether that comes from my experiences as Jane, my time as an actress on set, or my emotional reactions as a huge fan of the show.
Ritter also reveals what exactly it was that she choked on, the formula that ultimately killed Jane Margolis: Not vomit like previously thought, but instead, a mixture of oatmeal and Mylanta that's "just enough pasty disgustingness to make you want to puke for real." The more you know.