Hold yourself together, everone. Today, Sony shipped its final PlayStation 2 to Japanese retailers, effectively ending production of the most popular home console ever. Well, okay, so it's probably still being shipped in other territories, but that hasn't stopped me from weeping profusely. Oh, the PlayStation 2, progenitor of the modern Grand Theft Auto, action-based Final Fantasy games, and Shadow of the freaking Colossus. It's the end of an era.
I recall refusing to purchase a PlayStation 3 unless it was equipped with PlayStation 2 backwards compatibility. I still think, even after all of the Uncharteds, that I'd rather revisit my PlayStation 2 library before putting something modern in to play. It was 2006 when the PS3 launched and it's only now, on the verge of the PlayStation 4's likely announcement, that PS2 is fading into the past.
Maybe publishers decided they wanted to stop porting their extremely cheap kids games to the now twelve year old console. Maybe demand for new consoles vs. what's available used finally became unprofitable. Or maybe the PlayStation 2 knocked on Kaz Hirai's door, gave him a huge bear hug and whispered, "It's time, my friend. Thank you."