Could it be possible that queer stories were at last finding their way out of tragedy, in line with progress off the screen?
For a moment, it looked possible. But then the harsh reality was delivered. There was Rose on Jane the Virgin, Denise on The Walking Dead, and, of course, Lexa on The 100, just to name some of the twelve (at the time of writing) queer female characters killed on television this year. It’s 2016. Why is television still, to use the name that’s been coined for the trope, ‘burying’ its gays?