Ted finishes reading the letter to Emmett, who is appropriately in mourning. Emmett's been nominated for "Newcumer of the Year." I don't even smile while I watch this show anymore. I just have this blank face, waiting for something to surprise me or entertain me or something. Anything. It's like I'm watching the same bad episode over and over again. Emmett says it's very nice of them to nominate him. Ted thinks that Emmett's being ridiculous for not dancing around shaking his booty that a porn group nominated him for a Crystal Dick. Ted says he'll hire a limo to drive them to the awards ceremony. Emmett thanks Ted but politely declines, since he doesn't feel too much like celebrating, given that he just flew around the world with a dead boyfriend by his side. Ted has had enough of Emmett moping around the house for a day, and tells Emmett he can't just turn down the gay porno awards. Ted needs to be checked into someplace that can help him with his sex addiction. I really hope they address this. Ted tells Emmett he owes it to himself to get out and have some fun. Emmett says he might consider it if his boyfriend didn't just die while fucking him. Emmett says he's still trying to figure out what he's going to say at Pickle's funeral. Wait, they haven't had a funeral yet? When did he die? Has it only really been a day? Ted, back the fuck off of Emmett and let him be sad. Someone died, Ted. Get a grip on reality. Ted scoffs at the notion that Emmett would be allowed to speak at Pickle's funeral, but Emmett doesn't see what the problem is. Emmett says he wants everyone to know how wonderful Pickle was and what they shared. He says he still needs to say goodbye. He says he never really had the chance. Um, wasn't he flying in an airplane with Pickle's body for hours, talking to him? Ted says that Emmett should speak, then. Thanks, Ted, we were all waiting for you to weigh in before we made any decisions.
Diner. Justin and Brian are playing footsie with a fork and a spoon when Michael walks in, beaming. Michael says Brian and Justin look like shit. Brian asks why Michael doesn't as well. Michael says the drawing Justin made saved him. Even Justin's like, "Dude. It's a drawing on a coaster. You need to get some kind of life." Michael says the drawing is "fan-fucking-tastic," and Justin laughs that it's the drugs talking. Michael says it got him thinking. Brian makes a lame joke. Michael tells Brian that he's trying to have a conversation with Brian's boyfriend. Justin raises his eyebrows, unaccustomed to being described by that noun. Michael tells Justin that since Captain Astro got killed off (a minute ago), the world has been clamoring for another gay superhero. But there isn't one. So Michael suggests that he make a comic book with Justin. Brian makes another lame joke about Michael needing medication. Michael says that people make their own films, books, and screenplays, so why can't they make their own comic book? Justin says he doesn't know anything about comics. For a second, I stop listening, because it appears that a woman has walked into the diner, and I'm not sure if she's lost or she thinks she's an extra on a different television show. Michael says he's got a million stories, since he's been reading comic books his entire life but can't draw for shit. Justin can. Justin considers this, and says it could be cool. Michael asks if they can get together and "brainstorm." Justin says they could give it a try. Brian says, "Finally, you two boys will have something in common besides me. What a relief not to be the center of everyone's universe." Michael and Justin smile and shake their heads, so in love with the one who treats them the worst. Michael flies the coaster over to Justin and hits him in the head. Justin pretends to die. End of scene, for whatever reason. Why didn't they end that a full minute ago when we got it the third time?