Good Omens 3 Spoilers
I’ve seen so many comments about the ending of Good Omens and I honestly don’t really understand why so many people seem to dislike it.
Because to me… it makes perfect sense.
Crowley chooses humanity.
Crowley chooses a universe where there is no Hell, no Heaven, no cosmic machine grinding people down, no divine bureaucracy deciding what people deserve, no eternal system built on punishment and obedience. And that is so consistent with who he is. With who he has always been.
This is the angel who created stars at the very beginning and was already furious at the idea that all of it might be destroyed in only 6000 years. The angel who always asked too many questions. The angel who never fit neatly into the categories he was assigned. The angel who couldn’t stop caring.
And in the end, he becomes what he always was: someone who refuses to accept that the world has to be cruel just because the rules say so.
So yes, he makes the ultimate sacrifice, not just of his existence, not just of his immortality, but of the life he could have had with Aziraphale. He gives up his own eternity, his own love, to give humanity a chance to exist freely. Not “good” according to Heaven, not “bad” according to Hell. Just… human.
And Aziraphale’s choice is just as consistent.
Because Aziraphale has always wanted to do the good thing. Not the lawful thing. Not the thing that makes him a “proper angel.” The good thing. The kind thing. The thing that protects people.
He already sacrificed Crowley once and we know how much it costs him. We know how much Crowley means to him. (“Crowley make him complete.”) So when he chooses humanity again, when he chooses the world over his personal happiness again… it hurts, but it’s logical. It’s what he has always been moving towards.
They both choose love.
Not just romantic love, but love as a moral stance. Love as an act of rebellion.
And that’s why, even before the ending makes them human, it feels so Terry Pratchett to me.
Because Pratchett’s stories aren’t about destiny being noble or grand. They’re about how the universe is messy, people are messy, and yet somehow the small choices still matter. They’re about doing the right thing not because it’s heroic, but because it’s necessary. Because someone has to.
Pratchett always believed that what matters is not what you are, but what you choose.
And the ending is exactly that.
It’s not “angel and demon saved the world.” It’s “two beings who were never supposed to care chose to care so much they broke the entire structure of reality to give humans a chance.”
And the final touch, them as humans, finding each other again, is such a Pratchett ending too.
Bittersweet. Gentle. Hopeful.
Not a grand triumph. Not a perfect fairytale. But the quiet suggestion that love and goodness have a way of surviving even the end of the world. That if you take away Heaven and Hell, you don’t erase meaning, you finally give it back to people.
God doesn’t “reward” them with a neat happy ending. God simply lets the most human thing happen:
They find each other again. And maybe they will again, and again, and again And honestly… I think that’s beautiful.
