Alas, we’ve arrived at the end of the saga.
As we’ve always joked that The Commune was a sitcom, let us liken our series finale to the end of Friends.
Gregg and Ashleigh are Chandler and Monica, shacking up out in the burbs. But no babies. (Get that, Mom? NO BABIES.)
Shannon and Jessica are still partnered up in the city, I guess as Ross and Rachel. Only they are sisters so I use that somewhat creepy comparison only to refer to their living situation, rather than their relationship. (Actually, as sisters, they lived together, then didn’t, then did again. That’s very Ross and Rachel.)
Claire has moved in with a non-Commune-ist out by Commercial Drive, also known as Hippie Headquarters. I guess that makes her Phoebe. The non-Commune-ist roommate can – for the sake of argument – be Paul Rudd.
And The Lorna. No one knows what The Lorna is up to, so I will just assume that she’s moving across the country to pursue her dreams of stardom by way of a terrible spin-off.