EXTERIOR: A Miami street.
Standing beside a dead body on the ground, but facing ninety degree away from it, is HORATIO CAINE. His cop buddy FRANK approaches.
HORATIO: What have we here, Frank?
FRANK: Single victim. White male. Gun shot wound to the chest.
HORATIO: We need to investigate this, Frank.
FRANK: We can't, Horatio. It seems that we've been put to pasture. They've cancelled us, Horatio.
HORATIO: Oh, that's all right, Frank. Because we...[puts on sunglasses]...are gonna cancel them.
SMASH CUT to THE WHO, with Daltrey screaming YEEAAAAHHHHHWWWW!
I'm really going to miss CSI:Miami. It's not a good show at all, but it's so gloriously fun in its campiness, it's so insistent on putting its goofy heart on its sleeve, that I can't help but love it. It's been a truly unique show to have around, and my Sunday nights will be a bit emptier without David Caruso, Emily Procter, and the rest of the gang. Thanks for the fun, Horatio Caine! May your Hummer speed around the highways of Miami forevermore!