Geiss's funeral. With organ accompaniment by Kenneth! Jack tells a story about how Geiss introduced him to a glamorous world of hookers, private planes, and untapped markets. It was Geiss himself who invented the night light when he realized lights could burn while people slept, then it was Geiss, too, who launched an aggressive marketing campaign warning children of the monsters under their beds. As the speech goes on, no one takes the lessons of Geiss more to heart than Jack himself. He realizes he can get himself out of the conundrum he's currently in by finding new customers. He excuses himself and runs from the church to execute his amazing new business idea. The crowd claps, Kenneth starts up his organ music once more, and Kathy "What Can't That Girl Do?" Geiss launches into a trumpet rendition of "Ave Maria" as she stands in front of her father's cryogenic chamber. Did I mention it features a true-to-scale bust of Geiss that looks like they literally poured cement on his rigor mortise-d body?

30 Rock. Jack has called together the Kabletown executives to pitch his idea -- porn for women. The execs are dubious, so he explains that it's not so much bump-and-grind as gaze-and-nod, a whole channel of dreamboat men hanging on their every word. The execs get a little skittish when Jack suggests they produce this content themselves. He sees this new market as a call to action and goes into full politician-thumb mode as he riffs on America's modern consumerist mentality. Slow clap from all the old white guys.

Downstairs, Lemon and Wesley run into each other yet again. This time on purpose as Lemon knew Wesley would attend a "White Wines of Scotland" tasting. Wesley asks if she's on board for becoming Mrs. Snipes. Lemon takes off running into her speech about self-worth and such, then comes to a grinding halt when she realizes her Future Husband's name is Wesley Snipes. Apparently it's a sensitive subject for the pale Englishman who thinks he should have dibs on the name by virtue of being... well... a pale Englishman. He wraps up his rant by telling Lemon to go discuss the name with the black actor Wesley Snipes. She cuts off the conversation and starts walking away. He screams out to her that she's got two months to change her mind. So he'll see her in May for sweeps -- or "Spring cleaning" as we newfangled Americans call it.