One of the most haunting things about GO3 for me is that the ending transforms the entire meaning of “eternity” in Good Omens.
Back in season 1, when Crowley tries to convince Aziraphale to help raise (educate) the Antichrist, one of his biggest arguments is the horror of post-apocalyptic eternity.
Not simply losing Earth and humanity, but losing everything that made existence meaningful in the first place:
food, music, books, art, messy human lives, arguments, wine, Queen songs, ridiculous pubs, warm dinners, Bentley drives, nightingales.
Crowley and Aziraphale were never afraid of existing forever.
They were afraid of a dead eternity.
An eternity of endless Heavenly bureaucracy.
Endless “Heavenly harmonies.”
Climbing the same mountain forever and ever.
In season 2, Alpha Centauri still exists as an escape fantasy. A survival plan. A place where they could exist together forever, outside Heaven and Hell.
And Aziraphale never truly rejects eternity with Crowley. He rejects abandoning humanity.
Then GO3 does something devastating:
they literally fly past Alpha Centauri.💫💞✨
Past the possibility of survival.
Past the possibility of personal eternity together.
And eventually… they let eternity go.
That’s why the ending hurts so much for some of us.
Not because Aziraphale and Crowley “became human.”
But because the show seems to suggest something even more tragic:
that they ceased to exist as themselves.
And the reincarnation/multiverse interpretation honestly doesn’t comfort me much.
Because if Aziraphale and Crowley keep finding each other in every universe, every lifetime, without memory of who they once were, then that isn’t really eternal love.
Not eternal happiness.
Not eternal reunion.
Just endless versions of approaching each other again and again without ever fully reaching the original “us.”
And somehow that feels terrifyingly close to the very thing Crowley feared in season 1:
another form of eternity without escape.
A different mountain.
The same climb.
What makes it even more painful is that Aziraphale and Crowley never fully understood humanity to begin with.
They loved humans.
Protected humans.
Were fascinated by humans.
But they constantly observed humanity from the outside.
Crowley understands cruelty, violence, systems, fear, war. But ordinary human emotional chaos genuinely confuses him:
Jane Austen being both a smuggler and a romance novelist.
People turning tragedy into tourism (The story of Mr. Dalrymple, and the "Resurrectionist" pub).
Love is not working according to “conditions” or “ritual dances.”
Even Nina and Maggie prove that human connection cannot simply be engineered.
Humans are too contradictory.
Too irrational.
Too alive.
So if Aziraphale and Crowley really did reincarnate as humans while retaining fragments of their former selves — their love of books, stars, music, nightingales — then maybe they would always remain slightly alien inside humanity.
Always searching for connection.
Always feeling incomplete.
Always sensing some absence they cannot name.
Not angels anymore.
Not demons anymore.
But never fully human either.
And maybe that is the true tragedy of GO3.
Endless learning how to be human without ever fully understanding why being human hurts so much.
Maybe that’s why the ending feels less like a traditional “happy ending” and more like a cosmic elegy about memory, identity, freedom, and the unbearable weight of eternity.
