Lana continues to talk to April about how she never had any other children -- it was a different time for gay women, she says -- but Kit made her godmother to his alien babies. Flashback to Kit's wedding to somebody new. Another dynamite look for Lana here, looking like Loretta Lynn as she dances happily with the children (kudos to FX for shelling out for the good stuff -- Stevie Wonder's "I Wish," which will never not remind me first and foremost of "Wild Wild West," unfortunately). They're all so happy! This is seriously the happiest hour of TV I have watched in forever. On THIS show! Thomas, Lana says, is a law professor at Harvard; Julie a neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins. Kit didn't live to see it, though. Around age 40, he developed pancreatic cancer. We see Lana go to visit him in his final days. She says he was peaceful. Then one day, she tells April, he up and vanished. We all know what that means, but we see it anyway: the flash of light, the buzzy sounds, the barely perceptible reflections of figures in his eyes. The aliens came back for him one last time. I wonder if Kit ever told Lana about the aliens. He must have, right? He was so open and earnest about everything. There was no funeral, Lana says, because the alien children said there was "no reason to mourn."