I must say that it's very good and powerful. I was bawling. Of course. I was also squeeing. The two of us cheered LOUDLY at that one particular moment reminiscing about Angel.
There was lots of singing. I have a habit of bursting out into song. Like, whenever. Y'all shouldn't encourage me too much -- makes it dangerous for the onlookers!
There was much dancing, squeeing, singing, and giggling in the parking lot. My self-mimicking of the contrast between burly men in an air conditioner shop and dragged-out interviewee is evidently amusing. And I have only to say "BVD drive" to set trystan_laryssa off again.
(I really have to write something to make that end result a reasonable possibility, now. Like the dog. On fire.)