Serena's in a studded-collar Burberry coat and hoisting Chanel; Aaron desperately snatches and grabs at her when she's in range, ordering her jealously and faux-caringly, afraid she'll go to Dan without thinking: "Hey, come here..." She gives him the fakest hug of all time and then flows into Dan's arms like water. Aaron is disappointed and disgusting; Dan leaves to pay his respects to Lily.

Near the door Jenny asks how Eric's doing; it's hit him hardest of the three. Bart brought him Florida souvenirs -- "Go Marlins!" -- when he thought Eric was just on a long vacation, and when the Ostroff Center came to light he loved him just as much. Bart gave him everything he couldn't give Chuck, because Eric was a reminder of life; Bart gave him a father. And now he is gone, and he's taken his son with him, and Eric is alone again, in the house of the Rhodes women.

"Have you seen Jonathan?" he asks, last remnant of Levin's diaries, the last secret that proved Bart loved him back, in his way; Jenny asks why he would be there. He would be there because that's what boyfriends do. "I just thought he might want to be here." Because the boys are fighting to hold Serena up, and everyone's holding Lily up, and nobody's there to hold up Eric. Eric, who was accustomed to Bart in a way not even Chuck could be. Eric, the only one who honestly loved him.

CeCe does the talking, about wreaths and arrangements, before pointedly asking Lily if Rufus will be there, since his children are; it's what boyfriends do. "I followed you to the park today," she says without shame, and Lily sighs from a lifetime of surveillance. "Of course you did, Mother." CeCe excuses herself to kiss Dan sweetly, warmly; to remind him they have a bond. He wore her husband's suit, in the Hamptons; he showed her the face he barely ever remembers to stop hiding, his kindness and his loyalty and his inability to stop loving so wildly. "...Where is Charles?" Lily asks, voicing the question she's been asking for days.

Was my love not strong enough to
Bring you back from the dead?

Charles is gone. Chuck is gone, broken and shattered and shambling on Blair and Nate's tired arms. "We should have just driven him to the door and dropped him off on the steps," Blair grunts with the effort, while the love of her life stares through people and places and things. "No one should see him like this," Nate says, sounding like a long-ago Blair, back when they all covered for Serena. "He needs to walk it off." Blair helps him walk; he leans on her dreadfully, at a sickening, canted angle.