OH MY GOD FOR REAL.  Yorktown, like, that is my JAM.  Also Stay Alive (I like all the…fighty songs, basically, Yorktown, Stay Alive, Guns and Ships, yeah; I am a little too Hamilton for my own health because I am also the sort of person who meets strangers and goes “I punched this person you know, therefore we’re going to be friends.”).  

And oh God, the Stay Alive reprise.  Do not touch me, I will never be okay, this musical has destroyed my life.  

AND. For emotions in the most compact form I’ve ever encountered, Best of Wives and Best of Women might kind of take the cake.  It’s so fucking short and yet???  By the end of it, I’m DEAD, I am SLAIN.  (Actually, go read the actual letter, it is fucking tragic.)  And oh my God, The World Was Wide Enough is just like.  NO.  I mean, yes, but ALSO NO.  This musical, man, this is so fucking distressing. 

Like, we’re listening to I Know Him and my parents are cracking up (and so am I, I love King George’s songs) and I’m just like “It goes SO BAD from here, guys, enjoy it while you got it.”