HBO Back in 2007, when The Sopranos ran its course in Holsten’s ice cream parlor at the end of season six, I was among the dissatisfied. Was Tony dead? Maybe. There were certainly compelling hints that he was. (Principal among them was Bobby Bacala’s comment—which appeared twice in previous episodes—that “You probably don’t even hear it when it happens, right?”) But the black screen and dead silence that followed that final tinkle of the door chime nonetheless felt to me ambiguous, equivocal, a bit of a cop-out for one of the most important shows in television history.