Funeral. The captioners have transcribed a whole speech by the minister, which John Wells chose not to use, and actually, I think that was a good decision. Instead, all we see are people's faces. First are Carter and Benton, each stoically impassive. Tears stream freely down Weaver's face. Where is Sandy? Can't you bring dates to funerals these days? Abby, looking beautiful, doesn't register anything on her face at all. It's as if she's burying a pair of last season's clogs. Luka stares stone-faced at the coffin. Susan is also stony and way too heavily made up. She looks like an angry tart. Chen is there, too, and Haleh, dressed in normal clothes that unfortunately make her look like a flight attendant. Gallant dressed in his Army uniform, complete with beret, and he's so adorable. It's nice to see that they let everyone leave so that Pratt could run the ER by himself, since he's so trustworthy and sensible. Rachel doesn't cry; Elizabeth does. Cleo does nothing, because tears would short out her circuitry. Drs. Anspaugh, Swift, and Romano are there, and Frank is, too, looking surprisingly distraught. I'm actually kind of touched by that. Jerry frowns. Vulcan Jen comtemplates the illogic of human emotion. Carter -- the only one besides Benton to get a second shot -- starts to tear up, and Elizabeth's tears snake down her cheeks as the funeral comes to a close. Much has been made of the absence of Doug and Carol, but that's one thing I wouldn't blame TPTB for, because there's no way they didn't try and get at least one of them. But is anyone really surprised? Clooney is probably expensive, and Margulies wanted out so badly that she turned down a ridiculously rich contract with the show. There was never any way those two were returning for this funeral. Personally, I think they should've used really bad recasts wearing prominent and obnoxious name tags.
Elizabeth stares vacantly out the window of her limo. Rachel gingerly asks if she can still see Ella, perhaps during summers or at Christmas. "Of course," Elizabeth answers robotically. "She's your sister." No smile, no attempt at warmth. Cow. Gushy stuff would've been totally out of character, but she could have at least tried to deviate from being a horrible wench. Vulcan Jen even looks amused, and we all know she's against having any facial expressions at all. Suddenly, Rachel spies something and begs the driver to pull over. Running outside, Rachel unties a blue balloon from someone's driveway fence. Looks like Little Joey's party guests won't be able to find the house with the blue balloons tied to the fence. Elizabeth and Vulcan Jen tumble out of the car, the former completely confused while the latter smiles in recognition. Rachel stares at the balloon -- an inflated blue ball that's neatly descriptive of her father's sex life during the last year of his life. Rachel releases it and watches it float away, the merest hint of a smile on her lips. Elizabeth senses that this is A Moment, and has the grace to look touched; Vulcan Jen is actually enjoying herself. Go figure. Our last shot is of Rachel staring up at the sky. Bye bye, Mark.