Patrick Bites the Dust in AHS: NYC: A Hilarious Post-Mortem (Because Seriously, That Ending Was Rough)
Alright, gather 'round, coven members! Let's talk about the elephant in the room, or should I say, the disco ball slowly descending into a pit of despair. We all binged American Horror Story: NYC, and let's be honest, we're emotionally hungover. Especially you, Patrick fans. Boy, did that ending leave a bruise darker than a leather daddy's chaps.
So, how'd our favorite closeted cop kick the bucket? Well, buckle up, buttercups, because it's a wild ride that involves ghosts, repressed guilt, and a whole lotta glitter.
The Big Tea: AIDS Takes the Stage
Let's not sugarcoat it. Patrick succumbs to the harsh reality of the AIDS epidemic. This season wasn't shy about throwing punches, and Patrick wasn't exactly dodging like a champion boxer. The writers didn't give us a graphic death scene (thank goodness, our tear ducts were already overflowing), but it's clear the disease takes its toll.
But Wait, There's More! A Ghostly Grindcore Concert
Patrick's death gets a little...trippy. As he fades out, he's haunted by the ghost of his ex-wife, Barbara (cue dramatic music). She takes him on a twisted tour through his memories, highlighting all the bad decisions that led him here. Think of it as a guilt-fest with a disco ball.
Flashback Freakout: The Price of Denial
Remember that whole thing where Patrick lied about being gay and gave Barbara AIDS? Yeah, that comes back to bite him in the ghostly behind. Barbara isn't exactly thrilled, and their scenes together are a rollercoaster of passive-aggressive shade thrown from beyond the veil. It's like a daytime talk show hosted by the undead.
So, Did Big Daddy Do Him In?
Nope! Big Daddy, that creepy leather-clad figure, is more of a metaphor for the fear and death surrounding AIDS. Think of him as the Grim Reaper with a penchant for chaps. He watches over Patrick's demise, but isn't the direct cause.
The Takeaway: A Sad Song and a Sobering Reminder
Patrick's death is a tragic one, but it also serves as a powerful reminder of the devastation caused by AIDS. AHS: NYC doesn't shy away from the ugly truths, and Patrick's fate is a gut punch.
Look, we can't all survive an AHS season. Someone has to be the cautionary tale, and this time it was our disco-loving cop. But hey, at least he went out with a bang (of guilt and spectral ex-wives). Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go rewatch some happy Patrick scenes and pretend the ending never happened. Cheers!
