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Downton Abbey, ITV1: Death of Lady Sybil
A Crawley is killed off by Julian Fellowes to jolly things along. Who's next for the chop?

You suspected she was a goner the moment the doctors started to front up like King Kong and Godzilla. Having given birth to a girl, the rebellious bluestocking Lady Sybil got her marching orders last night on Downton Abbey and Jessica Brown Findlay’s husky larynx will be heard no more pouring oil on troubled waters. The rest of the cast can rely on a berth in Julian Fellowes’ gilded prison for all eternity. Ms Brown Findlay is available for work.
Seasoned Downtonians should have known something of this order was on the cards. The second series was absolutely rife with death and doom and characters dropping like flies, what with the war and that. The third series has been a bit, if we are honest, wanting. Slightly staid, m'lud. The estate was in trouble but has been rescued by a deus ex machina waving a cheque. The oven blew up necessitating a fork dinner in the drawing room. Or was it the library? There's naff-all fire in the marriage of square peg Matthew and his bride Lady Mary. Lady Sybil and her Fenian husband got into a bit of a fix in Dublin, but offstage. Meanwhile, Bates’ extended stay at His Majesty’s pleasure rumbles on, and you can set your watch by his release in the Christmas episode. And then in a storyline which landed out of nowhere from the real world, the other week poor old Lady Edith was left high and dry at the altar.
If Lady Sibyl’s violent passing has an antecedent it is the death of Little Nell
She was back to normal in a jiffy, as is the Downton way: the plots allow characters to recover from trauma with indecent haste in order to make ready for the next hourlong portion. To quote Beyond the Fringe, the gods of soap needed a stupid gesture at this point in the third series. It was Lady Sibyl who was anointed for the task of going over the top with a fatal dose of post-partum eclampsia. The symptoms were missed by Sir Thingy Nabob (Tim Pigott-Smith), the obstetrician to the nobs summoned up from Harley Street to oversee the delivery, while the advice of family medic Dr Clarkson, he being not quite posh enough, was quietly ignored by his Lordship. Oops. Here was an important indication that in the 1920s the aristocracy cannot rely on The Old Certainties. Why, in one short scene Maggie Smith in black weeds even stopped sending her eyebrows into orbit. And next week they’re all going to be in a bit of strop.
If Lady Sibyl’s violent passing has an antecedent it is the death of Little Nell, an event which found an entire nation stricken with grief, with the honourable exception of Oscar Wilde who said you’d need a heart of stone not to laugh. Who’s next for Fellowes' guillotine? Thomas to swing for indecency? Ethel, back from the moral brink, spontaneously to combust in the kitchen? Lady Cora to die of fright when she finds her backbone?
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First, Lady Sybil was the
alas, she will not come
alas, she will not come again... which was leading me to wonder if Fellowes had missed a trick by not attempting a seance scene where Sybil would say her last? surely it would have worked as well upstairs as downstairs? and then along one came last night in Mr Selfridge!
Is there some sort of law
So upset to see her leave, as
How has NO ONE commented on
I sure was sad to see Lady
I'm just so sad that I
I am so mad at Julien
Well, I found the episode
If one takes up watching a
How can they kill off one of
Fellowes didn't want to kill
The actress wanted out and
I'm American so I've not seen
All the people who say they
Yes, I agree. I will miss
Wait until they watch the
Pretty sure she was killed
For God's sake Julian. There
How can he bring her back?
God,Julian Fellowes must be
Honestly, this show has
Honestly, this show has seriously lost a fan. Way to kill off the most likeable character. Sybil was probably the most ready to develop character in the show. I was really looking forward to seeing what the writers would have done with her...so much for that. Also her and Tom are (or should i say were) the best and most entertaining couple to watch. They were real and definitely the most likeable. The death screamed that the show got lost and has a serious lack of creativity. In their attempts to spice up the show they directed the drama at the wrong character and have clearly lost audience members. Seriously go whack off edith if you need excitement.
The death of Sybil felt far
NOT AT ALL HAPPY WITH JULIAN
Personally, I'm reeling from
Oh, you've spoiled it now.
Extremely well said. 'More
Extremely well said. 'More leaden than a Victorian drainpipe': may one borrow that for future use somewhere?
I'm still recovering from the