Pushing Daisies returned last night for the first of the final three shows. I enjoyed seeing Richard Benjamin and George Segal and wish they'd had bigger parts. As usual, I liked the colors, the pacing, the rapid-fire dialog, and just about everything. And I don't mind the whimsy that seems to bother some people. I can stand a little whimsy now and then, or even a lot. Too bad there are only two more episodes to go. There's not another show I watch that has the verve of this one.