And when it's over, a teary-eyed Kurt murmurs, "She may be difficult, but boy, can she sing!" and with that, he leaps to his feet to offer Rachel a standing ovation before Santana peevishly yanks him back down into his seat. Meanwhile, over at The Table Of Judgment, Jesse St. James smiles, "I have to be honest: That was brilliant." "I have nothing but the tip of my hat," he adds, inciting Santana to cry out, "Garbage! This whole thing is rigged!" Mr. Schue loudly reminds everyone that the final call is still his to make, and he then proceeds to jerk them all around by kicking said final call to an as-yet-unspecified later date, likely to avoid the snarling, screamy, hair-pulling slapfight that would immediately erupt in the auditorium were he to give them his decision now. Jesse tosses Rachel a secret, saucy wink, and that's it for the fun part of tonight's episode, kids!
You think I was kidding with that? I wasn't: We cut immediately to Jean's former room at The Home, where Sue deals with paperwork while Kurt and Finn natter on endlessly about how they've divided Jean's possessions up in a manner paralleling Emma's earlier treatment of Will's vast vest collection earlier in the hour, and long story short, Sue tells them to trash everything except for a worn-out copy of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, which was Jean's favorite movie and which Finn and Kurt are free to keep for themselves, and one stuffed animal Jean had had since she was six, which Sue intends to take with her. Kurt rudely attempts to interpolate himself into Sue's grief, and she rather magnificently shoots him down before instructing them thusly: "Take all this stuff to the Dumpster on your way to the rehearsal for whatever treacly ballad you're planning on using to ruin my sister's funeral." "If you hate us so much, then why are you letting the Glee Club plan the service?" Kurt shrieks, having had enough of Sue's guff, or something, and she shuts him right up when she admits, "I was afraid no one would come." Which means, of course, that in A True TV Funeral Miracle, the wake will be bursting with Jean's many hundreds of friends and acquaintances, but I'm getting way too far ahead of this thing, here, so let's just cut to the next commercial break, shall we?