I'm kind of stupid (my wife implies it often, and she's probably right), and I watch a lot of professional wrestling. I have to say, the Broken Matt Hardy's magnum opus: The Final Deletion. It pretty much stopped me from watching TV. Not for anything negative mind you, but because it was one of the best things I've ever watched.
With the world in the state it is in, I'd rather focus my attention on something fun, like two middle aged Southerners having a backyard wrestling match, with drones, a dilapedated boat, fireworks, and a baby's birthday party. Matt Hardy may very well be Inri Serjenus.