Back in the unfun plot, Gil and Brass are awaiting the arrival of the mummy's nephew, who apparently aroused Brass's suspicion when he insisted on seeing his aunt's body. Conor Foster finally shows up, loping along and apologizing for his tardiness; he got lost on the way over. Conor finally registers some bodies on gurneys and asks, "This is the morgue, huh?" No, it's where the CSIs nap when they don't want to be disturbed.
Once everyone has decamped to the cool greenish light of the morgue proper, Gil tries to prepare Conor for what he's about to see: "You have to prepare yourself for this. Your aunt was found in an advanced state of decomposition." The words fall like so many gibberish syllables into Conor's ears. David pulls out the drawer and Conor looks down at his wizened green aunt for a moment before deciding, "Oh, this is messed up. This is really messed up. Whoa! She just moved! Did you see that? I'm telling you, she just moved." Gil and Brass are exchanging skeptical glances. Brass says calmly, "Sometimes, when you see the body of someone you know, someone you've seen move before, you want them to move." Conor persists, "That's not her. This lady's too thin. That's not her skin, either! My aunt always wore sunblock." Heh. Conor's what passes for a good time in the morgue. Gil says to Brass, "Dry him out. Diaphoresis. Red eyes, dilated pupils." Conor doesn't know what "diaphoresis" means. (It means you're sweating a lot, Conor. And you are.) Brass says, "You're high." "I gotta go," Conor replies. "We'd like you to stay," Brass assures him.
A considerably more sober Conor is sitting and drinking coffee in an interrogation room. He tells Gil and Brass that he's living at the YMCA off Industrial Road, and he's currently unemployed. Conor also has something of a history with his aunt; he was picked up a few years ago trying to pawn a pearl necklace she had reported stolen. He points out that the charges were dropped. Brass twists the knife with, "Sure -- anything for her favorite nephew. And what have you done for her? She was lying in a coat closet for over a month. You didn't call, you didn't stop by…" Now I really want to see when that cake entered the picture, because it looked remarkably fresh and moist. Conor says he limits contact because his aunt gets sad when she sees him. Before he can get further into their messy family dynamics, Gil asks if Conor gets the munchies. Conor asks, "When?" and Gil replies in a "well, duh" voice, "When you're high." There's a moment of silence, and Gil pushes, "Do you like cake." Conor laughs, "No, I go for burgers. Sonic." Well, he's not getting any Sonic burgers now; he's giving dental impressions instead.