Ed shows up at Charlie's house and knocks on the door. Charlie answers and thinks that Ed is the Indian food guy. Ed says no, he's Ed Stevens. Charlie says, "I'm going to call you Jerry. It's just more fun to say." They make some small talk and I can't decide if Charlie is delusional, eccentric, or has Alzheimers. Because he's making little to no sense at all. Charlie tells Ed to take all his stuff and divide it amongst his survivors. A son, daughter-in-law, two nephews, a niece, and Molly. He asks Ed if he likes Beefaroni. Ed expresses a slight interest in the canned food product. Charlie says he's leaving Ed the Beefaroni that he stocked up during the Y2K scare. Ed asks if there's any other survivors that he's leaving out. Charlie says Ron. Ed asks who Ron is. Charlie replies, "My lover." Ed tries to act like that revelation didn't just blast him in the solar plexus, but Ed's not exactly known for his wide range of emotions, and it's pretty obvious that he's shocked. Charlie tells Ed to wait until he tastes the Chicken Vindaloo that's being delivered. "You'll have fireworks shooting out your ass," he tells Ed as we fade to...commercials.
Ed's in the alley; Kenny wants to bounce a joke off him. Kenny tells a horrible joke about a Jewish astronaut, the punchline of which is in Yiddish. Ed asks where he got the joke, and Kenny shamefully shows Ed his dog-eared copy of The Treasury of Yiddish Humor. Ed suggests that Kenny start with a broader base of comedy. Kenny accepts this advice like it was gold blocks from Fort Knox.