Cut to a crypt that is not the Mausoleum's mausoleum. This one is too shiny and well-lit. The Dolt orbs in with Piper still at Rose's throat. Once she takes in her surroundings, however, Piper backs away from the others in stunned silence. Rose and the Dolt are revealed to be placed in front of Prue's tacky-looking nameplate, which is conveniently located at eye level. I don't know what's been up Piper's ass all night. Prue's the one with the legitimate complaint here. They couldn't spend a little more money on the damn thing? Anyway, Rose psychobabbles, "Tell her, Piper. It's all right to hate her." Piper shakes her head violently in dissent and claws at the crypt doors to open them. "You should hate her," Rose continues. "When my parents died, I hated them for it." That's healthy. Not. Piper pants and gasps and beats on the bronze. "I was alone," Rose states, "and I hated them. It's okay to hate Prue." Sorry, but I do have to pause here to note that if the demonic possession portion of this evening's presentation is a retread of "Look Who's Barking," and the enormous hooters section is a retread of the danger wrought by personal gain spells from "Morality Bites," then this whole misplaced-anger-during-a-time-of-grief thing is a retread of the lesson Death gave Prue in "Death Takes a Halliwell." There. I feel better now.