I died a little bit on the inside...

It's true. Pushing Daisies, my favorite new show last season and a constant source on happiness in my life has been canceled.

Apart from the visually stunning set design, quirky music, kooky characters and silly storylines, I loved this show because of the characters.

Very, very rarely is the world blessed with a reinvention of the wheel and I feel like the Pushing Daisies writers and creators did that. Underneath the magic and mayhem was the story of love. A boy who loved a girl he couldn't touch. A girl who loved a boy who didn't love her back. An aunt who loved a niece she thought was dead. And loss. The loss of a daughter years, and years ago. The loss of a father that never stopped hurting. Ned could not pet his own dog people. That's about as heartwrenching as it gets!

I guess America just isn't ready for a little pop-magic-realism. At least I know that if Andy Warhol and Gabriel Garcia Marquez had a baby it would have created this show.