I don't like the theory of Ascended Rodney at all. I love the idea that Rodney spent all those years toiling away until he finally came to the conclusion he needed (and not once thinking that this was going to be his Nobel moment), and then going to Atlantis, setting it up, recording his own image, and then returning to his small community college were one night he just slips away, his life's work completed.

Oh, man, Sam's death was the only one that actually brought a lump to my throat. Brave, brave Sam.