Katherine's aunt Lily comes home to die, and as Katherine helps the paramedics get her set up in her deathbed in the guest bedroom, their conversation about impending death quickly takes a turn. Specifically, Lily doesn't want to go to her grave with the burden on her conscience of what happened with Dylan in that room so many years ago -- whatever it was -- not to mention the cover-up. Katherine tells her in no uncertain terms that Lily will in fact be taking it to her grave, and Mary Alice VOs that as far as both women are concerned, that trip to the grave had better start pretty soon. Writing this during the first act, I'm already reasonably certain that Lily won't be surviving the episode.

Meet the new neighbors! As Mary Alice explains, a guy named Bob Hunter decided that he and his male life partner Lee needed to move out of the city to get away from all the pests (rats, bugs, et cetera), only to relocate to Wisteria Lane next door to a worst pest of all: Susan Meyer. Upon finding out she has gay neighbors, Susan can't make an idiot of herself in front of them fast enough, or in enough ways. Suffice it to say that Susan has learned everything she knows about the gays from cable TV, and she doesn't care who knows it.

Meanwhile, Bree receives a delivery: a scooter for Danielle, from Rex's mother. Bree has no intention of keeping it and plans to just donate it to the church raffle. Andrew protests to Orson, who promises not to let Bree get away with it: "If we win that raffle, we're keeping it," Orson vows.

Lynette is between rounds of chemo, and is ready to get back on the proverbial hobby horse. But then when her wig slips off on the middle of things, Tom just can't go through with it with his big, bald-headed wife. What, no Star Trek: The Motion Picture fantasies in Tom's past?

Back from commercials, Bree is trying to convince her friends not to throw a baby shower for her as Orson keeps stunt-riding past them on the street. When Orson inevitably crashes into a garbage can and Bree goes to check it out, Andrew -- who overheard the whole thing -- offers to help the other ladies out. Because he's just that darn helpful.

Susan is busy taking warm cookie bars out of the oven for the neighbors. Fresh-baked treats will heal a lot of hurt feelings, I've found. Except that she's just heating up stuff that Mike got at the store. "I don't bake. Keep up," she says, like Mike's the one with the problem. Mike eventually gets her to admit that she can't stand it when people don't like her, and advises her to let it go. He's met her, right?