Previously on Everwood, my stupid TiVo cut off the previouslies. Fortunately for all of us, Sars's TiVo is smarter than mine, so she hooked me up. So, previously on Everwood, according to Sars: "Colin and Amy hung out; Amy stared at Colin with a tube in his mouth; Dr. Brown said that Colin 'came through very well'; Colin stared at Amy all 'who the hell?' and then she asked a nurse how long before he remembered her, and the nurse said he might have to 'start from scratch.'" I love it when other people do my work for me.
We open on close-up shots of pretty flowers, as Irv intones, "When you think about the flora and fauna that populate this once barren rock of ours..." Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. I don't even know what that MEANS, and this is the third second of the show. I predict that I will hate the rest of the narration, if this is how it's all going to be. And I'm right. Irv drones on some more about how plants are pretty, they're important, they're useful, blah blah. The camera pulls back, and we're in a flower shop. A cross-eyed old lady smiles and stands behind the register. Irv just called plants "God's most alluring foot-soldiers." Oh my GOD. The writers hate us. Cross-eyed old lady pins a boutonniere on a kid in formal wear. We learn that "Irma Fredonia" opened her flower shop the week after Pearl Harbor was bombed, because she said, "The world needs more beauty now." Irv tells us that nothing important ever happened in Everwood without "Irma's fragrant touch." That's kind of icky, isn't it? Uh-oh. "Until...now." Oh no, what's happened to Irma?
Well, she's either dead, or the folks at Chanel sold her some very unflattering foundation. Yep, she's dead. She's lying in her bed, and someone covers her with her top sheet. It's Treat! Treat with a sheet. That's right, you know you envy my poetic prowess. A woman, presumably Irma's daughter, thanks Treat for coming, and says she didn't want to call an ambulance just to pronounce her. Treat worries, "I wish I could have done something. I didn't even know she was sick." A man who must be Irma's son says that they didn't know Irma was sick either, that she called both of them earlier that morning to say she wasn't "feeling well." Except, it's "feeling good." Not that Irma is, or anything. They found her dead later that day. Treat says he wishes he could have known Irma better, and that she was only in his office once. His voice sounds...um, kind of sexy. I wonder if he has a cold. Treat tells Irma's children he'll call the funeral home for them if they want, and walks outside to do that for them.