The House that Dysfunction Built. Brian goes through his dad's closet and pulls out a suit. It's the suit his father's going to be buried in: "Worn out and dreary, just like him." Mike, also in the room, asks whether Brian should run it by his sister first. Brian shakes his head; it'll just make her sister cry. Again. Mike frowns, "Well, at least she's expressing how she feels." Brian says that she's just milking it for attention. Jealous? Mike snaps that he shouldn't be so cynical. Brian sighs, "Claire is a cunt. Dad couldn't stand her. Her husband couldn't stand her. Her fucking kids can't stand her." Brian says that since his sister is beside herself, he's had to take charge of the arrangements. Mike offers to help. Brian hands him a tie rack and tells him, "See if you can find [one] that's not too offensive, if that's possible." Mrs. Kinney walks in, and the temperature drops a few degrees. She calls Brian's name and he nearly snaps her head off. Regally raising an eyebrow, she asks, "Packets or sugarcubes?" Huh? Folding her arms, she continues, "We're going to have a houseful of guests, I don't know what people prefer." And Brian does? Brian assures her that no one's going to care. Mrs. Kinney just looks annoyed, and seriously -- take it from someone who's had a little experience with this -- Mrs. Kinney totally acts, and looks, like someone who feels she married far beneath herself. Mike helpfully adds that Debbie always says that people prefer the packets at the diner, because it gives them a choice of how much sugar to use. And he, like, reverts to a twelve-year-old when he says it. Mrs. Kinney cuts him off to ask how Debbie is. Mike's hands get all twisty on the tie rack as he replies that Debbie's fine, thanks so very much for asking, Mrs. Kinney, ma'am. Mrs. Kinney: "She was always such a...character. Please remember to thank her for the [wincing in order to jog her memory] sandwich platter." "Character"? I'm sorry, did she just more or less insult Mike's mother to his face? Mike lets it pass, and says that he'll tell Debbie, and that he's real sorry for her loss. Losing patience, she cuts Mike off again to thank him, so that she can move on to more important matters. Jesus Christ. She tells Brian that if he sees anything he wants, he should take it. She's already called Goodwill for a pick-up the next day. Brian doesn't seem too surprised, but remarks that it's pretty quick. Mrs. Kinney mutters, "Well, I don't like to see things lying around -- you know that." My God, and I complained when Jack called her "The Warden." Brian finds his father's bowling ball, causing his mother to comment bitterly, "Your father spent more weekends with that than he did with me." Can't imagine why. Brian looks up like he's thinking, "Sold!" All his, baby. The Ice Queen nods and sighs, "Packets, right. Glad that's decided." And leaves. Mike, still twisting the tie rack, says that he forgot what it was like at Brian's. Brian replies by saying that's why he was always at Mike's.