We all want the happy ending for the Baba Yaga. We want him to retire to a beach house with a new dog and a lifetime supply of those weird gold coins. But deep down, we also know that a man that broken doesn’t just walk away. He’s like an old cat that disappears into the woods—you know he’s gone, but you still leave the porch light on.
So, does John Wick die? I think the answer is no, but only because we refuse to let him. He lives on in our memes, our Halloween costumes, and in our secret fantasy of using a library book to defeat a traffic court judge. The movie gives us a beautiful, ambiguous tombstone, but the franchise is still breathing.
In the end, Chapter 4 isn’t about death. It’s about the feeling of finally finishing a project, collapsing onto the couch, and thinking, “Wow, that was insane. I’m never doing that again.” And then immediately planning your next move. That’s the John Wick way. And honestly? I think he’d want it that way.
