No, I'm not ever going to stop talking about "Infinity War." Ever.

That being said, I think it's time to explain the seven stages of grief I went through after that cataclysm of a film. Warning, if the title didn't make it obvious, there will be spoilers ahead. Prepare yourselves.

1. Shock & Denial

This was characterized by "What?" and girlish gasps of horror.

2. Pain & Guilt

Characterized by sobs of despair.

3. Anger & Bargaining

Characterized by screaming "Screw you, Marvel!" at the screen. I'm REALLY not proud.

4. Depression

Characterized by contemplating living in a world without my favorite people.

5. The Turn

Characterized by realizing there's a sequel planned for Guardians, Black Panther, and Spiderman. Plus, realizing that someone has to take up the shield for Cap. So, Bucky and Sam? Groot, Drax, Mantis, Star-Lord? Strange? Peter? I'm not too worried about them.

6. Reconstruction

Characterized by... you know, getting through a day without "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good" playing on repeat in my head.

7. Acceptance & Hope

Characterized by saying (albeit through gritted teeth) "I can't wait for next year and Avengers 4..."

8. Plotting fanfiction...Wait, what?

So help me, if the Russo brothers won't fix it, I will.