Rebecca addresses the room at large at the newspaper: "Listen up! Get somebody down to City Hall -- not an intern." Kevin wheels up and asks what's going on. Somebody who I think might be Andy the Pissy Queen -- though he looks different than I remember him looking -- says, "Your old man just brought down a city!" But wasn't he a fashion writer? Why's he hanging around here when Rebecca's handing out serious assignments instead of finding out whether beige is the new bland, or whatever? Kevin: "What?" Andy: "Very impressive for a man who only wears off-the-rack suits." Yeah, must be him after all. Rebecca gives Kevin the short version of what his father just found out from the Sheriff, and she tells some no-name reporter in the background to track down the Chief and get a comment. Kevin: "He won't speak to you." Rebecca: "Why not? We'll make him look good. 'Politicos rocked by top cop.'" Kevin: "Yeah, sure, this week. Next week you'll be back to calling him names." Rebecca says he's a public figure, and adds in a snotty way, "Just be glad I'm not asking you to get the quote." Kevin says he wouldn't do it. Rebecca whips out her Miss Thing voice: "Well, I'm not asking." Andy looks weary. Kevin gestures to Rebecca to come closer. She bends down as he asks quietly, "Why do we argue so much?" Andy snickers in the background. Rebecca glares at Andy and hustles off without answering Kevin.
At Rocky's burial, the priest tells the small crowd assembled, "Rocky faced his disease bravely. He never lost heart. Everyone who came into contact with this remarkable boy came away better for knowing him. If there is anyone who would like to share a brief remembrance of Rocky, then, uh, please step forward." Fiona Apple's cover of "Across the Universe" has begun playing. Joan says she thinks she has something to say. She and Helen are standing off to one side behind the casket. Helen whispers quietly, "Okay, honey, but just remember, it's a funeral, so..." I wonder what Helen is worried about Joan saying? Joan walks over and asks the priest, "Do I have to say 'We are gathered here today...'?" He says he already took care of that. Heh. Joan introduces herself and explains that she babysat Rocky sometimes while his mother attended classes at night school. She begins, "He was pretty much a weirdo. I mean, he knew ten thousand ways you could die in your own home -- three just by sitting on the toilet." To Rocky's mother, Sylvia, she says, "Did you know that's how Elvis died?" Sylvia nods and says, "He told me." She laughs softly to herself. Joan continues, "Rocky was so...morbid..." The priest looks nervous. "I mean, one time he informed me that statistically I will die February 5, 2066, by which time all of you will already be totally dead." Sylvia laughs and Joan smiles, pleased to have made her laugh. Sylvia actually snorts, which makes Joan giggle a bit. Helen observes the congregation to see how this is going over. I want the absolutely gorgeous paisley scarf she's wearing. Also, her hair looks incredible when she puts it up. I can't believe she doesn't do more period pieces. She'd be an amazing Victorian.