[…] death is a huge event, and while it had been in the wind for most of the season, it was still a shock to see her taken out; it was even more shocking that Gemma would be the one to do the deed. But it makes a certain kind of sense. Gemma’s complicated relationship with her son and her daughter-in-law has always had certain Freudian undertones, and for her to lash out at someone who refused to put up with her shit in any way, shape, or form fits what we know about the character. It’s possible to imagine a finale in which that brutal confrontation in the kitchen was a powerful, if devastating, conclusion. Yet that isn’t what we got. Instead, it was just the latest in a series of shocking! violent! twists! that serve little purpose other than to punish Jax, add more suffering on the pile, and put some twisted, nihilistic cap to a deeply frustrating season. Tara’s death is meaningless, a bit of dramatic irony that solely reveals the limited imaginations of the people who created it. There’s no catharsis here, no sense of anyone suffering for a reason. Just misery piled atop misery, interspersed with mopey music montages, because that’s all that’s left.