The moral of this episode?

You cannot leave out the sandwich cart guy from the first couple of seasons. I always thought that character was under explored.

That could also be described as "Dickin' around the whore house."

Not only that, but he also made Don purchase clothing from Sears!

Screw the blue chiffon dress. I, hereby, leave instruction to my next of kin that when I die, I am to be buried in the Hare Krishna robe worn by Paul Kinsey back in season 5.

They even engaged in some hand glove sniffing. Now that's naughty for an American Legion hall in Oklahoma, especially in 1970.

Very Spartan of them.

At some stage, with the amount of legal muscle that he could now afford, why wouldn't Don simply turn himself in. If he has left advertising, his public image would no longer be a concern.

Possible Ending:

Wait a minute… Don Draper shops at Sears???

Back in the days when a little mutual masturbation between Ivy Leaguers got things done!

Bizarre Plot Twist #308

Now, that's what I call compelling television. If Jon Hamm doesn't win the Emmy for that final episode then the world is really askew.

… or, it could just be 50-plus minutes of Don still sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus.

Back in season one, Don seemed more than willing to leave with Midge to Paris giving a damn about his kids. Of course, ten years have passed and I do believe that he has grown somewhat.

Deaths of the Remaining Characters:

No, she was the cake stripper in the American Legion hall. I guess that the Hollywood actress thing never panned out and she let herself go.

Will Betty's demise be the last death of a major character for Mad Men? Will the final episode deal out more mortal blows?

Everybody here is shedding a tear for Betty. Boo-hoo-hoo. How a bout a tear for that poor stripper at the Legion Hall. What tragic twist of fate could cause you to end up stripping at an American Legion hall in a microscopically small town in Oklahoma? How can you even make a living at that?

It's enough to make you want to runaway to some far off place, such as Texas, and launch a computer revolution from the shattered essence of your own dreams.