Joan: "Rocky made death funny." She laughs a bit, and then her face starts to cave in on itself. Her voice wavering, she adds, "Until today. Today it's not so funny. Because he's here. And that's just..." She cries and laughs at once: "Sad." Sylvia, who's also laughing through tears, rises to hug her, and thanks her. They return to their places. Father Uptight, bewildered, asks, "Anyone else? No? Thank God." Helen gives him a look. He says he'd like to read something Sylvia requested. It's an abbreviated version of that poem that is used in so many thousands of funerals and memorials. It's such a cliché to use it that I can't help wishing that the writer had chosen something else, something much more offbeat like Rocky. But it's a small quibble in a very nearly perfect episode. Father Uptight reads, "Do not stand at my grave and weep / I am not there, I do not sleep / I am a thousand winds that blow / I am the diamond glints of snow / Do not stand at my grave and cry / I am not there; I did not die." While he reads the final two lines, Joan happens to look around and sees Rocky, wearing a black suit (which I presume he was buried in), peeking out from behind a tree at her. Joan looks around to see if anyone else is looking, and then looks back in his direction. He stands there smiling at her, and then he waves. Joan doesn't know what to make of it. He turns and scampers off through the cemetery. Joan stares with her mouth slightly open and her eyes filled with tears.