Michel is taking pictures of the Dragonfly. Lorelai and Sookie hold sledgehammers, and are going to pretend to be demolishing the porch. I say: "I bet Sookie's going to lift that hammer and her water will break." My boyfriend asks: "Why do you think that?" Me: "Because I'm not sure why else we've watched this entire episode. Wasn't this supposed to be about Dean and Rory? Not Taylor and Lorelai. It's got to be the labor episode. One thing ends, another begins, blah blah." But, no. They just take the picture. And Lorelai gives a speech about how it's not that the inn is a part of their lives now; it's that, for a short time, they are a part of the inn's life. That camera, tossed on the Jeep hood, is taking a picture of their torsos.
Dean's wedding is over. Thanks. We can't really see who attended the wedding, but they're filing toward the tables, around the gazebo. From the other end of the town square, Rory watches, leaning beside a tree. She's got a bitter taste in her mouth. We see Dean and his new bride walk past the cheering crowd (not a single recognizable townie in attendance). They pose for pictures. Rory doesn't cry, but looks uncomfortable, like something's missing, or lost. That could have been her up there. And maybe that's not what she wants, but now it's something that's never even an option anymore. Her life has changed, and she and Dean have done in different directions. But that's okay. Because Gilmore Girls loves nothing more than breaking up a marriage.
Next week: Dean, schmean! Rory's a datin' machine!