It is at this point that Carlos comes downstairs, yelling at his cell phone that if "that son of a bitch Tanaka" doesn't call him back, Carlos is going to go down to his office, find him, and kick his ass. Carlos angrily hangs up, and only then notices all the neighbors staring at him. He smiles sheepishly. "Ladies," he says, and nods to them, and walks off. I kind of love Carlos. I am convinced that that he means well, but is not a good communicator. Susan comes over to Gabrielle. "Trouble at work?" Susan asks. Gabrielle brats that she doesn't know what Carlos's problem is: "He's making money left and right." Gabrielle, it's been nine weeks. Haven't you learned that money isn't everything? That's your entire character arc; can't you at least get started on it?

Meanwhile, across the room, KimberBree irons while Edie complains that all the good outfits are taken and she simply doesn't know what to wear. Lynette pipes up to say that Mrs. Kravitz hasn't shown up to claim her dress, so Edie could wear that one. Riddle me this: how did Mrs. Kravitz sign up to be part of an event FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE? And don't tell me that Gabrielle had her "great idea," as shown in the teaser of this very episode, before Mrs. Kravitz was killed, because that is some f'ed-up timeline shenanigans and I will not stand for them! Anyway: predictably, Edie doesn't want to wear Mrs. Kravitz's old-lady dress. "You won't even be able to see my body," she whines. "That is so like you, Edie," Lynette smirks. "You're always thinking of others." KimberBree wonders where Mrs. Kravitz is, anyway. Edie explains that she allegedly went to visit her sister. She looks at the gown, and reflects that she can't believe Mrs. Kravitz would agree to wear it: "She always said she wouldn't be caught dead in black." DO YOU GET IT?

Cut to Paul Young, burying Mrs. Kravitz in a grave that appears to be about six inches deep, right off the highway. In the middle of the day. He throws the blender in with her, because he is the worst murderer ever. Stupid, stupid Paul. Bury her deep, first of all, and preferably in bits, you idiot. Second, bury her off the beaten path. At night. When it is dark. So no one can see you. Finally, you get the murder weapon as far away from the body as possible, you enormous moron. God.