The scarface ending happened. Walt, once again, got the best of someone with his brains - the Nazis could have killed him, but he tweaked Jack's pride at the last second and got his opportunity.

Just like two episodes ago, Jack pleads Walt to spare a life for the seven barrels of money, and just like two episodes ago, the plea is cut off by a bullet to the face.

Hank and Gomie will get a proper burial. Marie will get closure.

Lydia, who always cared so much about her perfect appearance (and her fucking Stevia packets) dies sneezing and puking in bed.

Jesse was freed, and got to brutally murder Todd for his lack of human emotion and his offhand murders of Drew Sharp and Andrea.

Walt got the last laugh in his relationship with Gretchen and Elliot, and his family will finally receive compensation for the shit he put them through.

Walt FINALLY admits that the business was more for him than for his family, and Skyler seemed genuinely relieved and pleased with him for coming to terms with it.

Walt and Jesse shared a final look of grim recognition for one another.

And Walt dies next to his one true love, as the cops descend upon him, ready to uncover the greatest crime story America has ever seen. His legacy will live on. They'll remember his name.