Lynette's sitting in an office. One wall is glass, one wall is coral red, the other two walls are lavender. It is clearly a "creative environment." She is being interviewed by...wow, Lynette is being interviewed by two very large breasts, which are cupped lovingly, if sparingly, by a plunging lacy teddy, contrasted by a smart business blazer. Scratch that: Lynette is interviewing for a job in a "titative environment." The breasts are sarcastically asking about the glaring seven-year gap in Lynette's résumé. Lynette explains that she was busy having a girl, and also three boys. Tits is floored by the grand sum of Lynette's progeny, then goes on a smug, pointed rant: "I knew I could never do both jobs justice. That's why I chose not to have children. I didn't want to be one of those kind of women -- you know, sloughing things off onto coworkers because of a pediatrician appointment or a dance recital. I get really neurotic about putting people out." Bitch! Also, bitch who maybe wants to have her ass sued up tight? What the hell, you can't go around talking that anti-mommy talk in an interview! Lynette, with plucky aplomb, says that her four kids will not be a problem. Tits keeps pushing the point: "And it's not going to break your heart to leave those sad little faces behind?" Lynette laughs the laugh of the woman we know so well, whose biggest dream is for the opportunity to be away from her kids. "Are you kidding?" Lynette chortles. "This office is paradise. Grownups talking about grownup things. No screaming, no vomiting, no boogers under the table." To which I say, Lynette? It really has been awhile since you've been in advertising, because I've worked in the business myself, and it is rife with screaming, vomiting, and boogers. Lynette goes on to say how she never wants to leave; she wants to work late nights and weekends, and they're going to have to drag her out of there kicking and screaming, etc. Tits seems somewhat placated, and tells Lynette to come back the next day to meet with "Ed" so that he can make the final decision. Lynette starts to thank the breasts, but the breasts cut her off. "Be early," they say, "and show me something." What does that even mean?
Mommy Phyllis, Danielle, and Andrew are going through a suitcase full of Rex mementos, like his wee cowboy hat and Dolittle his raggedy teddy bear. Bree walks in with tea, and Mommy Phyllis thrillfully shows Bree Rex's prep school tie, which is orange with green stripes. It looks, I think, very much like the tie that the Hamburglar wears. Mama thinks Rex should wear the tie: "You know, for the funeral." Bree looks scandalized, and points out that he's being buried in a blue suit, as in, ixnay on the orange tie. "Maybe he could be buried in a different suit," Mama suggests. I'm not sure that any color of suit would go better with that tie, though. "I don't think so," Bree says firmly, "but thank you, though." Yeah, I don't think Bree's going to go for the orange-and-green mini-tie, Phyllis. She already clocked some serious time picking out the exact tie she wants Rex to wear to the funeral. Andrew unearths some of Rex's old comic books and marvels that Mama kept even those. But that's not all! Are you ready? Mama even kept his favorite dirty magazine, which he hid under his mattress. Andrew: "Looks like Dad was into big breasts." Mama: "Oh yes, that's why I was surprised when he married your mother." Ew. Bree glares, Mama gives a sort of "you want some of this" look, and then Bree smiles. And another piece of the puzzle that was Rex's sexual issues falls neatly into place.