Is This How Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol 2 Should Have Ended

Okay, so let's talk about Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. We all saw it, right? It was a blast, full of laughs and that amazing soundtrack. But, if we're being honest, did the ending quite hit the mark for everyone? I've been thinking about it. And I have a slightly different idea.

Now, before you all grab your blasters, this is just for fun. Think of it as a little "what if" scenario. A playground for the imagination. I'm not saying the original ending was bad. It was emotional. It was epic. But could it have been… more?

Let's rewind to the big fight with Ego. That was intense. Quill was wrestling with his dad's evilness. The whole gang was fighting for their lives. It was a classic space opera showdown.

And then, there's the whole Yondu situation. Oh, Yondu. That sacrifice. It tugged at the heartstrings. Everyone was crying. I was definitely a little teary-eyed.

But what if, just what if, there was a little more… chaos? A little more classic Guardians mayhem? Imagine this: after Ego is defeated, and the dust has settled. The Guardians are a bit bruised, but victorious.

Instead of a solemn, heartfelt funeral for Yondu, what if things went a little sideways? We know these guys. They aren't exactly known for their quiet dignity. Especially when they're relieved after a major galactic crisis.

Picture this scene. They're on the Milano, or whatever ship they have at this point. They've just saved the galaxy, again. There's probably some leftover space goo on the floor. And a lingering smell of rocket fuel.

Someone, let's say Rocket, is probably fiddling with some stolen alien tech. He's bored. He's a bit antsy. He's definitely not in a mood for sad speeches.

He might be trying to reanimate a dead space slug. Or maybe he's just trying to get the ship's auto-chef to make something edible. Something that doesn't taste like recycled space dust.

Then, maybe Drax, in his infinite wisdom and lack of social cues, decides it's time for a celebration. A memorial party. Because that's how Drax rolls.

He'd probably suggest something utterly inappropriate. Like a drinking contest. Or a "who can stare at this exploding star the longest" competition. Something that would make Yondu himself proud, in a twisted sort of way.

And Groot? Adorable, tiny Groot. He'd be right there, dancing. Maybe he'd have a tiny little hat on. Or he'd be juggling tiny space rocks.

Meanwhile, Gamora would be trying to maintain some semblance of order. She'd be sighing. She'd be rolling her eyes. But you know, deep down, she'd probably find it a little bit funny.

And Peter Quill. Oh, Peter. He’d be caught between wanting to honor his adoptive dad and the sheer absurdity of his found family. He might try to give a heartfelt eulogy, but then Rocket would probably interrupt him with a loud, "Hey, I invented a self-folding napkin!"

Imagine the music. It wouldn't be a somber ballad. Oh no. It would be something upbeat. Something that makes you want to tap your foot. Maybe something with a killer guitar riff.

They could have a "funniest Yondu story" competition. Or maybe they'd try to recreate one of Yondu's signature moves. With disastrous results, of course.

Perhaps Drax would try to whistle with his arrow. And it would just end up flying into a wall. Or Rocket would try to build a giant arrow out of spare parts. That promptly falls apart.

It would be a messy, chaotic, and totally Guardians way to say goodbye. It would acknowledge the pain of loss. But it would also celebrate the unique bond they share. The bond forged in shared adventures and questionable decisions.

Think about it. This isn't about disrespecting Yondu. It's about honoring him in the way he'd probably want to be honored. With a good laugh. And maybe a bit of mischief.

They wouldn't be forgetting his sacrifice. They'd be remembering his spirit. His wild, untamed spirit. The spirit that would have totally approved of a post-apocalyptic dance party.

And then, at the very end, after all the silliness, there could be a quiet moment. Just Peter and maybe Gamora. A brief nod to the real sadness. A whisper of "We'll miss you, Yondu."

But before that, there would be the laughter. The camaraderie. The sheer, unadulterated joy of surviving another day together. That's what the Guardians are all about, isn't it?

It’s the idea of found family, but with more explosions. And maybe a few more embarrassing anecdotes. It’s the heartwarming, the hilarious, and the slightly absurd all rolled into one. A perfect cosmic send-off.

So, while the official ending was touching, I can't help but imagine a slightly different final scene. A scene filled with more intergalactic hijinks. A scene that truly screams, "We are the Guardians of the Galaxy!" And that, my friends, is an ending I could definitely get behind.