My 9th grade boyfriend once bought me roses from Waldbaum’s. (Waldbaum’s—if you don’t know—was Long Island’s premier grocer in the 90’s.) He must have been nervous they wouldn’t last as he asked the cashier, “are these, like, gonna die?” And the cashier—without looking up or at my boyfriend—replied, “all things die…eventually.”   Welcome to the final episode of That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen, where your host is now the guest, and our producer is role-playing as Roast Master. We’ll revisit each episode and hold them up to the Rorschach. What did we see then? What do we see now? What does it mean when the show shows us something we didn’t think we’d see? Are we Megans? Are we Jeans? Are we cashiers, unfazed by the passing of time, of things coming to end? I know who I’m not.   The roses died…eventually. But this show isn’t going to. New guests, new stories, new social constructs to question, in September.