The previous night you jumped The Shark on the word wall. It was definitely time for you to come to the end.
You had an amazing run, and you ended the show beautifully. And I have to say, there's no way you could have gotten all of those previous guests into your studio unless they liked you a whole lot or you blew a missing pallet of dollars we shipped to Iraq. And while we know you're fabulously wealthy--as you keep saying on Colbert Platinum--I'm going to assume it was the former because CBS prefers their late night hosts be financially secure enough that they can stop selling crack in the green room. Let's face it, if you'd paid out that much moolah you'd be answering the question, "Who gave you the quarter?" with "All of them."
That's as spoiler-filled as I'm going to get. I won't cry for you, Stephen, just like I wouldn't cry for Argentina. All I can do is smile and bid farewell to my absolute favorite American Idiot-Savant and his quest to protect Truthiness, Justish, and the American Whey. Which is, as you know, an important part of Ben and Jerry's Americone Dream.
It's been unreal. And thank God for that.