There is a type of show that has been dragging itself across the TV screens ever since "Seinfeld".
It may be an overt "comedy" like Seinfeld, or Everybody Loves Raymond, or whatever; or it could be Psych, or the other two snoozers.
These shows are cheap productions - sometimes pitifully cheap - clearly written by third tier writers, sitting around a conference table, trying to impress each other with contemptuous jabs. Their primary skill lies in puncturing cliched characters of their own cunning design.
It's just product, designed to fill a time slot, with recognizable characters so viewers can safely scoot into their cushions just before they hear somebody "get off a good one" at a predictable plot juncture.
It's about as creative as a McDonald's menu.
Situation comedy is completely dead on television; and "comedy-drama" is simply the hour long zombie that dug itself from the burial mound, launching zingers at equally inert targets.
If you look carefully at its head, tucked neatly under its arm, you will notice that each zinger is accompanied by a perfectly timed raised eyebrow. Or, in the case of Psych, perhaps two.